Hi folks, it's Greg and Alex. Hey there, buddy. How's it going? It's going to be Halloween.
Spooky. Man, that mask is scary you're wearing. My face, sir. Oh.
Oh, yeah. Happy Halloween. Everybody. I'm actually having some folks over and we're handing out candy to kids and beers to adults, actually.
They're going to smoke a pork butt. You guys dress up. The wife's always in charge of the theme. I think we're going as the Adam's family this year.
I'd like to dress up the chihuahua and all that stuff. That's funny. Yeah. What about you?
Chicken. Me and my kids are going to be chicken, my wife's going to be a chicken farmer. That's a great idea. That's a great idea.
I like that. Yeah. You're a female chicken then. Yeah, all chicken is a female, right?
Well, I mean, they're actually... Oh, you're going as a... I think actually they're male chickens actually. They're called roosters.
We should stop being around the bush. And why are we talking to the people today? It's not a Wednesday, right? Right, right.
Happy Halloween. We thought it would be a nice treat for the folks at home instead of a trick to give them a nice dramatic reading of perhaps one of the most famous poems in all of American literature. Spooky poems. Spooky poems.
It's a scary poem. The Raven. Yeah, the Raven. So we hope you enjoy.
Yeah, please just sit back, relax, get in a nice calm place. Okay, spooky place. Maybe you can't, some wine in your studying. Listen to the sonorous voice of Alex Brieu reading aloud for you.
Edgral and pose the Raven. A play for your guests. Make them fans of the New Thinkery. Right.
Good idea. More permanent enemies. Take care folks. Enjoy.
We'll see you never more. Once upon a midnight jury, while I pondered, we can weary over many aqueent and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping. Suddenly there came a...
Happing. As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chambered door, to some visitor I muttered, tapping. At my chamber door, only there's nothing more. To stinkily I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ever wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the Marl Vainley I had sought to borrow from my books or cease of sorrow for the lost Lenore, for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore. Nameless here forevermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now to steal the beating of my heart I stood repeating, tist some visitor and treating entrance at my chamber door some late visitor, and treating entrance at my chamber door this is as it is and nothing more. Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer, sirs that I or mad am truly your forgiveness I implore.
The fact is I was nabbing, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you. Here I opened wide the door, darkness there and nothing more. Deep and too that darkness peering long I stood there wondering, fearing doubting dreaming dreams no more to ever dare to dream before, but the silence wasn't broken and the darkness gave no tone, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word Lenore, this I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word Lenore, nearly this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning all my soul within me burning soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before, surely said I surely that is something at my window lattice let me see then what there at is and this mystery explore let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore to the wind of nothing more.
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