<blockquote>once upon a time there was a man named combeferre. he was not actually named combeferre, though, for that would be a silly name.
“but that is my name,” combferre interrupted the narrator, looking up from his book. he sat alone in the back room of the musain while his friends did cool things without him. ”that’s not true. and why are you narrating my actions?” </blockquote>
