So, naturally, somewhere in The Grid there is a Doppelganger of Edward who wears a blue (usually) light suit and speaks only in dramatically pontificated sincere but nonsensical, sometimes funny, sometimes dirty, sometimes thought-provoking, iambic pentameter-ish.
If you read it slowly, and take the time to really visualize and conceptualize each thing he's saying, this book can help alleviate the harmful effects of word-virus. Or, at the very least, you're sure to get a chuckle or two out of it. I can't imagine there could ever be a greater fan of Sonnet1 than his User.
in "Sonnet1" as recited by Sonnet1: