I saw a cloud shaped like Nietzsche playing ping pong with Shakespeare( YES yes, I did ) and, forgive me, I've just written a ninety thousand word essay on the necessity ( YES YES, a thousand times YES. NECESSITY!!!!) of the three witches in Macbeth as a prescient allegory for the Yalta Conference and, I have to admit, I"M NOT TIRED :p But I am a little distracted. Anyway, the janitor at the University of Vainglorious Smarmy Jews can't seem to grasp WHY I wrote it for him. Education is my MISSION dammit!!! :)

I know that I started one of those sentences with a preposition, and while some still insist( YES yes they insist :p ) that this is verboten, I BEG TO DIFFER. That is an OLD rule. When an artiste ( comme moi ) begins a sentence with a preposition, it lends EMPHASIS to that sentence. Bit I digress ( Mea Culpa ).

So, to paraphrase the immortal words of Polonius, shall I give every man my ear but few my voice? NEVER :p I am a PRINCE ( YES YES, a prince ) I am not an attendant Lord. Which philosophers and playwrights have YOU seen in clouds, in gasoline rainbows, in your feces, in the hair of the girl sitting in front of you on the bus, this week? What were they doing? How did they MOVE you? ( YES YES I want to feel the stirring of your ESSENCE dammit :p ) Provide us all with ONE example ( I'll give you fifteen examples and thirty seven honourable mentions, but YOU only get one ).

...and remember.., " There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." ... but NOT in mine ;)