Keith Richards believes in himself.
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I should write a poem on Blitzing.
I should write the great anarchist love story!
Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth. Do you believe in the democracy of the dead?
Hack!... boring. Nutter.
You've got it backwards. Being reasonably unreasonable is fine. It's being unreasonably reasonable that one has to watch out for...
Just so long as I am not overly reasonable. You must remember how much of a fool I am. I discovered England!
I'm beginning to think your name is Sunday.
That is reasonable. Thank you. Much better than being too reasonable.
But in fact, as I pointed out long ago, the insane have no lack of reason. Talk to a man in a mental asylum--he has a reason for everything; carefully reasoned, logical, and supported. Of course, he is still quite mad. The problem with the insane isn't that they've lost their reason--they may have lost everything but their reason. The problem with the insane is they have too much reason.
I have an existential angst weighing heavily on my psyche. I must resolve this matter with vitriolic glibness.Well, this should be interesting. :) Nietzsche is only interesting for the first few chapters. Then you want to beat him with a dying horse.
I am the original Dionysian, you English clown! You're not mad enough to be sane.
I am the man who discovered England! No one laughs at me as much as I do! Your problem is, you've lost the capacity to laugh and you only sneer...
Keith, you can suck it, you greybeard! I shall suck upon a fine cigar as I watch you collapse in the street, gibbering and embracing decrepit equines. Then it is you that shall suck: a ball-gag in Bedlam.
*Rolls over Nietzsche.*
Chaos is boring. And evil smells funny.
20,000 is dead. I stared at it in the abyss, it stared back at me, and I slayed that dragon. Chaos is boring, you decadent sack of offal.
I'd be honored to be part of such an esteemed literary cabal! |