the deep moans round with many voices

Apparently (and I have no idea why this still surprises me after all these years) I am obsessive enough about typos and fiddly grammar goofs that I logged into my remix sockpuppet account in order to correct one instance of "there's" to "there are," because I accidentally wrote the relevant sentence in my informal-conversational voice instead of my semi-formal-narration voice and therefore neglected to make the verb agree with the subsequent noun phrase.

And then, while I was already messing around with the post, I couldn't help changing "remember" to "recall" and "confused" to "unsettled" for flow and repetition issues, removing an extraneous comma, and unitalicizing one word. Because as they stood, they were wrong and they itched at me.

*beats head against desk*

I am not really OCD. I just do a good impression of it now and then.

(This is what I get for using my sister as a beta and, when she lost internet access at the crucial time period, basically talking my issues out at her over the phone and tweaking the story based on her verbal responses to my thematic uncertainties. It was a productive conversation -- Vicky has always been my most useful critic, if only because she has the most experience knowing what I mean, how I think, and where I habitually cut corners -- but she never actually got the chance to rip up my phrasing, spelling, and other mechanical issues.)