He makes me swoon. And I always associate him with selkies, thanks to Swithering and a poem in that collection I can't remember the title to. I suspect it's "Selkie" now that I've admitted to not remembering. Ends That's me away.

And, heh. An intensification of self-awareness (?) and self-blargh (?) is certainly a hazard of editing. I imagine chasing it away with a broom - one of those impractical looking ones found at ren fair stalls.