Near to the close of Hail to the Thief‘s “A Wolf at the Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.),” the lyrics run:
City boys in first class
Don’t know they’re born, they know
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you’d get up get over get up get over
Turn your tape off.
Insofar as these lyrics might remotely relate to this site, it’s necessary to at least acknowledge that Pulk-Pull* needs cleaning. Strange character strings have crept into various areas, replacing smart quotes, apostrophes, etc. Over the next week or so, shaking the rugs out will be a priority.