It felt like a darkened cafe of inquisitive, sometimes humorous--at turns indignant or snarky--conversation: even intimate, close-quarters, sipping at coffee or wine.
That's what I miss about HN's past feature: we can't browse to a segment of a day. The front page changes across twenty-four hours, an ebb and flow of ephemeral delights.
I guess that's what I'll set lynx with next: sessions, printing, and a way to quickly save snippets of text. The comments are so valuable for follow-up.