The gnome, all clad in green, leads you through the door of the hut
and sits in front of a clear crystal sphere.  His eyes are closing,
fingertips touching the sphere, symbols of pure sunlight forming
in the misty air:  and you hear words, coming from nowhere, deep,
resounding sounds spoken in a strange, distant tongue.  You feel
your mind losing its balance, strange sounds soaking it like good wine.
The gnome turns, his gaze touching yours, his eyes gleaming like green
gems.  You look and see words glowing deep down in his pupils with the 
glint of ancient gold:

   FINALLY FINISH HACKING MY DOTFILES
   START HACKING ELISP
   CONVERT TO GWM
   PLAY WITH NEAT HOLOGRAMS

For a moment, you feel a trace of understanding, and then everything
is lost again...