The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The winged shaft of fate.

Ephemerality is the little magazine's generic fate; by promptly dying it gives proof that it remained loyal to its first program.

Sometimes the things that do not quite happen in your life count for more than the things that do.

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit

Reader, you must know that an interesting fate (sometimes involving rats, sometimes not) awaits almost everyone, mouse or man, who does not conform.

Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.