And here is the poor specimen itself, raised by unholy sciences, lumbering about the forum. Perfectly capable of being what it once was and doing what it once did, but in the perfect proof of Shelley's novel, it will not be accepted, simply because it was resurrected.
Poor thread. I shall be your elderly blind man, my friend. But I see you fully for what you are, and I accept it, even if no others do. You are no less a thread in my eyes than one made fresh today.