Much of this blog has been a love letter to Groom. Himself. Byron. I’ve felt lately, more than ever, that the blogging conceit of pseudonyms can be fairly tiring. Anyhow, so, yea. He’s Byron. Most of you knew that already. If not, here’s your pneumonic device. Byron. As in, Lord Byron. As in, Romantic Poet.… Continue reading Himself Pleases This Mass