Yes I attended once more. It stands yet, modest in its achievement.
Never was it a mountain for gods only a hill built for champions.
But a clamorous world despises restraint and sees pleasure without profit as indecent.
So forces beyond this congregation's means to oppose prise free their tampions.
They understand not the measure of the coming bereavement.
Their goal is not to thrill a crowd but to buckle the legs of bactrians.
The hill may fall but it will rise again and the long memories of the resurrected carry their grievance.
Match Report by E. A. Poe.