You are the true heir! I pass along the transient banter crown to you; your golden claim has shone through the leaden clamour of usurpery. Wear it well, gentleman, and grow wise in its glow.
Has your acetampihoinen been keeping the pain at bay effectively, at least?
What art are you working on?
What do you think?
Perhaps I will undertake it this weekend, for a break from paper-writing.