"And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting"

This time of year, I always make it a special point to read "The Raven." Part of it is that Poe has always been shoved down our throats as a horror writer (though I've always found him more sad than creepy), but really because it's such a good autumnal poem. It's cold and bleak and lonely--yeah, November!

Also, possibly the best thing ever (at least today): Christopher Walken reads "The Raven."