To absent friends lost loves old gods and the season of mists; and may each and everyone of us always give the devil his due Let us drink. Let us non-celebrate. Let us non-forget - for forgetting is not a feasible alternative. The second generation is beginning to fade away. Shall there be a third? Don't know and don't want to know. Anyway --- Oblivion will not possibly be before we die. And maybe not even then. Lev I The Non-Kucfer Emperor without Empire First and only of his Kin The toast was pronounced the first time that it is known of by a good friend of Morpheus, as he, Dream, parted to Hell on the search for Nada, as registered by Neil Gaiman in his illustrated tales about the Sandman