"And so the bend is near, and now I race the final furlong."
sang Frank Sinatra in his classic hit "My way."
And that's just where we find ourselves right now.
That wraps it up for Crappalot's Page.
I hope you've enjoyed our time together as much as I have.
Well, to be honest, I hope you haven't enjoyed it quite
as much as I have because it's me that's had to do all
the work and so I deserve to enjoy it more than you.
No disrespect to you, mind, but all you've had to do is
click on a few hypertext links and scroll up and down
I've had to figure out all the HTML and type out all
the interesting stuff you've just read.
So, I hope you've enjoyed it not quite as much as me
but a reasonable amount - I guess enough to think,
"Hmmm, that Crappalot's made some interesting points.
It's not been a total waste of time reading all the
things he has to say."
I'd hate it if you thought, "Wow! That was amazing!
That Crappalot horse has totally changed my life."
I really wouldn't like to have that kind of
Mind you, I'd also hate it if you thought,
"What a complete pile of arse!
All he's done is drone on a load of old toot and
annoy me with a lot of cheap horse jokes."
But then again, if you thought that, you wouldn't
have read as far as this, now, would you?
I've got to trot off now as I promised my younger brother
Dobbin that I'd do a spot of neighing for him as he's
got a bad throat and is feeling a little hoarse.
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