Posh Stephen replied:
"Life's a bowl of shit
When you think of it."
Which rather made my day. But he and I have spoken oft and much of the original; and with that secret glee that second-rate poets have for the absolutely first-rate: warming ourselves with the notion that we belong to the same high order of mastery of meaning and language.

"Young master Ninefingers has a superficial cleverness, glibness, and a deal of charm, but will never amount to anything much."

Proved him right, anyway.