Anyway, I could not care less what that mental retard Byron does with his pathetic life. He was nothing but a complete stranger to me, and anyway North Carolina is not a state of interest that I should let those cloghoppers throw me around, as if I ever had any connection there, which I obviously never did.
Speaking of poetry, I think that if I did have a husband I might want my children to resemble him at least in part. But anyway, Byron was never my husband that he should have any rightful claim to negate or deny this point in any respect. He was only a stupid cheater who never had any rightful claim on me, nor will his writings ever gain any literary prizes with such a stupid attitude so prominently on display.
