To understand me, you have to meet me and be around me. And then only if I'm in a good mood - don't meet me in a bad mood.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
I can't tell you why there's a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you'll know why.

