I just... I... It was all faintly theoretical until I read that, and then boom! There it was--a very, very concrete sort of thing, just over my right shoulder, with the soft cadences and the lilt and the... My god. I think my classics degree needs a warning label.

ETA: And if I think of Rodney doing this, I -- No. No, I need my brain, and I'm already going to several sorts of special hell thanks to this whole scenario as it is.