I’m just saying theocracy’s imputers are blokes of ice with no sympathy for phantoms or emanations or specters brought up in ‘new’ language. And to clear things up, there’s a scent of acacia and your frangipani but our smart landlords, the ones in black culottes, could care less.

Oh, here’s their release from last night. Don’t sign it.
I speak with self-knowledge, your holiness, sign and beware.