Thanks very much for all the hard work.
This royal throng of leaden things, where we pass a while,
With its dearth of trollery, less costly than bars (pubs),
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by the Prof himself
A place for defection from the spittle and Froth,
This happy breed of folks, this little world,
This precious stone set in binary,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this LAF.
Apologies to the Bard. I really did miss the place.