It felt like an excommunication. Or, perhaps a better analogy may be that of an exorcism. In a grand ceremony, with all the ritual and splendor, I started.

“Advertisements, I command thee to flee–to come out and be gone.”

And, with the flick of a switch, they obeyed. (Okay, I actually changed the code in my code class and uploaded the revised bugger, but that can be our little secret, can’t it?)

Regardless of which analogy you prefer, I could no longer tolerate the countless services advertising essays for sale, and the blatant smack of Capitalism on the cheek of my pet project.

On a more pratical level, it was a terrible visual clutter. A busy element to the eye. Perhaps they were something that could have been better incorporated into the design, but who really wants to try THAT hard to add the ads?

Anyways, I feel better about this project now that it is not subsidized or funded by anyone or anything except my love for literature and language. The only terms and conditions that I have to follow are my own . . . .

In the future, things may change. I may add a donations page. I may advertise again. But, for right now, my passion is burning brightly enough to fuel my own work in this process.

Fortunately, my passion is a renewable resource. No drilling required.