His voice was thin, as voices from the grave;
And deep-asleep he seem'd, yet all awake,
And music in his ears his beating heart did make.
Coming very soon, all your Web 2.0 toys get themselves a fun new playmate.
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
You do not need to wander. For you will be able to graze all you want. Not long now.
In the meantime, go read my blog or enjoy Tennyson's Lotos-Eaters.