“If you believe,” Pan shouted to them, “clap your hands; don’t let Pablog die.”

Many clapped.

Some didn’t.

A few little beasts hissed.

The clapping stopped suddenly; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening; but already Pablog was saved. First his voice grew strong, then he popped out of bed, then he was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever. 

Standout Harvard Crimson blogger Pablog is back from his thesis hiatus, and since he announced it with a ressurection analogy, we figured we’d do what we’ve gotten quite good at when it comes to Pablo Torre ‘07: writing later, on the exact same topic, and much less funny. Note exhibits A, B and C, among surely many more. Seriously: if some other blog tried to claim, in the face of such evidence, that it wasn’t blatantly ripping off the faster site, we would immediately call them liars, with impunity. So the fact that Pablog actually believes our occasional mortified emails proves that he is not only a witty god-prince of the college blogosphere, but a benevolent one as well.

Worrisomely, though, Pablog has not written one of Pablog’s signature third-person posts since that Easter eve emergence. Do you want him back as crack-bad as we do? Then clap! Clap harder! Clap, you sons of Pablog, clap if you believe!