'Tis That Vintage With the Two White Crosses Down by the Vent,' I Thought

'My spirit is sick within me. Where have i come to? Who am i?' 'I will give that meagre acolyte such a lesson in the misreading of his missile margins as shall last him till doomsday,' he says. But yet, and yet, my heart misgives me my soul is loaded with foreboding', she adds. And then an owl hooted on the ledges outside - at that sound, with a start and a sigh, i awoke once more.