User:Deor

Þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg!


I was once a great poet among the Heodenings, until I was displaced and sent wandering by Heorrenda, a more skillful poet.[1] When my travels carry me into the more unfrequented regions of Wikipedia, I tend to potter about,[2] making small emendations.

I also have an alternative (non-admin) account, Trout Slap Replica,[3] for editing on non-secure computers.

  1. ^ With thanks (and apologies) to Saforrest, who wrote thus here.
  2. ^ When I haven't mislaid my spectacles—as P. G. Wodehouse wrote (in Leave It to Psmith), "no man ... can hope to potter with any good result if the world is a mere blur".
  3. ^ A conflation of this and this.