[ bright and airy as the best of autumn days: ]

Dearest compatriots!

The wind blows crisply through the trees, and the preparations for gift-giving and the masks and costumes filling the shops cannot have gone unnoticed. Satinalia approaches! Thus, I have come to charge you all with an important duty. If we are to have festivities at all—which we must, it is so very important to keep morale up in trying times—we must have a proper Ruler to preside over them. So! Who shall it be, this outrageous ridiculous individual least suited to the task of being such on all other days but this?

I shall not make my own feelings on the matter known, in the interest of not being overly influential, but I rather think we shall be coming to similar conclusions on who ought to be seated at the head of our feasting table.

Now discuss boisterously, with both reason and passion!