Confess and be Hanged

torulethewaves started following you

Then I suggest therapy

I’m not crazy, I don’t need therapy.

Lies, lies and slander. You loved it, you're just sad about it. And I'm sure it will get better. Just think of what's to look forward to!

The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.

No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.

Then your expectations are startlingly realistic. But then you never were much of an optimist. No, we’ve years to go, haven’t we…

If I was expected to act my age, Kirkland, I would surely have laid myself in a coffin and stayed there. Although I am sure you would like that, wouldn’t you? No, the rose has not withered yet and you all will be stuck with me for quite a while longer.

I wouldn't expect it of you; you'd never be able to stay still so long as for death to hold you, and you're never quiet enough that he might deign to try. But alas, I've survived you this many years, what's another few centuries in comparison, eh?