We are the hippest cats ever to stalk mice. We walk on walls and sing four-part caterwauling harmony in the light of a frozen Cambridge moon. World leaders and international celebrities have heard of us, but none have ever met us. Legend speaks of us by many names. Jazz music attends our footsteps and swing dancers emulate our strides. Some say we are an urban legend; we are not quick to correct them.
Now, at long last, we are creating a blog. Our words bring darkness over daylight and sunrise to night. We speak with the barely-tamed voice of feral ancestors. In our thoughts we fight with insanity and unspeakable beauty. We have driven men and women mad with visions. We are the fourth dimension in a flat and expressionless world.
Welcome to the Quadrangle.