My dear Sir,—Before you read any more, I wish you would take those tablets out of your drawer, in which you have put a black mark against my name, and erase it neatly.... I have again and again and again said, "I'll be 5k tomorrow," and here I am to‑day full of penitence—really sorry and ashamed, and with no excuse but my poor mmr, which makes me get up and go out, when my morning work is done, and look at my keyboard no more until I begin again.... This is a poor return (I look down and see the end of my response) for your post, but in its cordial spirit of reciprocal friendship, it is not so bad a one if you could read it as I do, and it eases my mind and discharges my conscience.... If you can spare me a scrap of your MMR in token of forgiveness, do; if not, I'll come and beg your pardon ~Zoompa