We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and I
I took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay the rent.
We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir
We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more.

And you know you know you know it all went wrong.
And you know you know you know it was all wrong.

We choked on street tap water well I'm gonna have to try the real thing
I took your laugh by the collar and it knew not to swing.
Anytime I tried an honest job well the till had a hole and ha-ha
We laughed about payin' rent 'cause the county jails they're free.

And you know you know you know it all went wrong.
And you know you know you know it was all wrong.

Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll as you would, child
Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll as you would, child

Oh, lucky lucky lucky lucky me again.
I said it looks like I've got to use my feet again
Well I just spent my last one-hundred dollars
God I'll pay my bill again

Oh, I don't care
Oh, how I just don't care.

Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll shooken and shy
Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll rat of a child

Well King rat has me on his list again
I can never be on the fence again
I found out it's all loud
Open like an organ and it
talk, talk, talk, talk again
he promised me that when I cheated him
But I could open my eye well...
lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky,
lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky me again.

Deep Water, Deep Water
This Senseless Denial
I got fed like a fish, full of open smiles
Blue Water, Deep Water
Oh Senseless Denial
I got fed like a fish on the cardboard smiles

Well Well...
What do you have to say for yourself?
I said, well well
Well?
I said well, well, well, well!

Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky me again.
I hardly knew I should use my feet again
What do you have to say for yourself?
What do you have to say for yourself?

(ä÷ìéô äåà àçã äîèøéãéí åäîãäéîéí ùøàéúé- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQLhWqek7i0&feature=fvst )

 K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

First comes love, then comes marriage.

Then comes an abrupt, tragic miscarriage.

Then comes blame, then comes despair.

Two hearts damaged beyond repair...

Johnny leaves Marissa, and takes the tree.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

(http://www.explosm.net/comics/1764/  îëàï. ôùåè çùáúé ùæä âàåðé åîãëà áöåøä ÷éöåðéú)

îöéò ùøàí áçåìîðåú. "áæîï ùìåí éù îàåú ùàìåú åàìó úùåáåú! áæîï îìçîä éù ø÷ ùàìä âãåìä àçú åúùåáä ðëåðä àçú." äåà îåæâ ìùðéäí òåã ëåñéú åîøå÷ï àú äá÷áå÷. "äîìçîä îðúöú àú ëì äáòéåú ä÷èðåú ùìðå åîèàèàä àú äùáøéí ìãìé ôèøéåèé àçã âãåì. ëùàúä äåìê ìîìçîä æä òåùä àåúê âáø. æä îñòéø øâùéú åîøâéò îåñøéú."
"äàîðúé ìù÷øéí," àåîø øðöå åðùòï ìàçåø áëñàå. "ëëì ùåèä àçø îäàìôéí åòã ñéöéìéä, çùáúé ùéù ìé çì÷ áúäéìä ùäéà øåîà. îåñåìéðé ãô÷ àú àéèìéä áäéñèåøéä, àáì æä ìà úîéã äéä àåðñ." äåà îåùéè àú éãå ìäùé÷ àú äëåñéú ùìå áëåñéú ùì ùøàí. "ëîä îàéúðå äúëåôôå."
"àúä øåöä ìãòú îä äåà äù÷ø äâøîðé?" ìåçù ùøàí. "àðçðå äòí ùì áèäåáï åùéìø åâúä! àðçðå òí ãâåì. àáì..." ùøàí øåëï ÷øåá. "àðé ëúáúé àú ä'äéøåàé÷ä'? àéæå ùéøä ëúáúé àðé? âæò äåà ìà ëùøåï! äâãåìä àéðä ø÷... áìäéåú âøîðé. îé éëåì ìäàîéï áùèåéåú ëàìä? àðé àâéã ìê îé! îâãìé úøðâåìåú. ñðãìøéí. çðååðéí. à÷ãîàéí ÷ùé éåí. ìáìøéí."

"úìáéù àôñéí øâéìéí áîãéí îøùéîéí, úï ìäí øåáéí åøùåú ìäùúîù áäí, åäí ééøå áëì îé ùéàééí òì äàùìéåú ùìäí," îñëéí øðöå. "àæ îä äðéò àåúê ììáåù îãéí?"

ùøàí ãåìä îëéñå àú äàøð÷ ùìå, åîåöéà îúåëå úöìåí. "æàú àìæä ùìé òí ÷ìàåñ åàøååéï. äééú öøéê ìøàåú àåúä ìôðé ùäéà äúòáúä." äåà îòáéø àú äúöìåí àì îòáø ìùåìçï. "áçåøä çîåãä. åàðçðå òùéðå éìãéí çæ÷éí åéôéí. çñåðéí, ùðé äáðéí ùìé! àøéí ÷èðéí åîåùìîéí. äöèøôúé ìîôìâä ëé øöéúé îä ùäôéäøø øöä. øöéúé ùìéìãéí âøîðéí úäéä éìãåú èåáä îæå ùäéúä ìãåø ùìé àçøé äîìçîä äâãåìä. øöéúé ùéäéä ìäí àåëì èåá åáøéà - ìçí îçéèä îìàä, éø÷åú èøééí! ùäîãéðä úëôä òì îôòìé äúòùéä ìð÷åú àú äøòìéí ùäí ôìèå áîùê ùðéí ìàååéø åìîéí."

"àéãéàìéñè," âåðç øðöå. "æä äôåùò îäñåâ äëé îñåëï!"

"øöéúé øåôàéí ùéúòìå îòì äàðåëéåú ùì èéôåì áçåìéí éçéãéí. çùáúé ùàðçðå ðäéä äøåôàéí ùì äòí! ùìà éäéå îçìåú, åìà ôâîéí, ìà ùâòåï åìà ñèéåú åìà âéøåùéí. åâí ìà àáèìä..."

"åìà éäåãéí?"
"âí ìà ùéëåøéí!" ùøàí îúôëç îòè. "äëøúé éäåãé àçã áôøééáåøâ. äéúä ìå çðåú ñôøéí áäåìáééðùèøàñä... úîéã ùåîòéí ùéäåãéí îùåâòéí ìëñó àáì..."
"...áãøê ëìì îàðùéí ùìååéí ëñó."
"äåà ðúï ìé úîéã ùðä ùìîä ìùìí áòã ñôøé äìéîåã ùìé. äåà äéä äåâï îàåã á÷ùø ìæä."

"äéäåãéí äí ôùåè çì÷ îäâæò äàðåùé." àçøé àúðçúà îäåøäøú, îåñéó øðöå, "àðé ìà éëåì ìçùåá òì òìáåï ðåøà îæä."

"éù äîåï àðùéí ùéëåìéí," îæäéø ùøàí. "äí àó ôòí ìà øàå àåúê. äí ìà îëéøéí àú äùí ùìê. äí ìà éåãòéí òìéê ùåí ãáø, àáì äí ùåðàéí àåúê. äí ùåðàéí àú àîê, äí ùåðàéí àú àçåúê, äí ùåðàéí àú äúéðå÷ ùì äáú-ãåãä ùìê." ùøàí îðòðò áøàùå. "àó ôòí ìà äáðúé àú ääâéåï ùáæä. àúí ÷åîåðéñèéí òã äàçøåï ùáëí, àáì àúí âí äáòìéí ùì ëì äáð÷éí. àúí úú-àãí, àáì àúí îðäìéí àú äòåìí."

øðöå ðùòï òì äùåìçï. "ìòåìí àì úæìæì áéòéìåúä ùì äàôùøåú ìäèéì àú äàùîä òì îéùäå àçø ëúëùéø äøâòä. àéìåìà äéå äéäåãéí ÷ééîéí, îéùäå äéä öøéê ìäîöéà àåúðå."
"àðé ìà éåãò," àåîø ùøàí áùé÷åì ãòú. "úîéã éùðí äéùåòéí, àå äáåðéí äçåôùééí."

[çåè ùì çñã / îøé ãåøéä øàñì]

"ååàå!" äéà àîøä. "àúä ãåîä ÷öú ìàîéðí!"

"úéøâòé!" àîø ôøã. "àðé éåãò ùàú îøâéùä àùîä ëé äùååéú àåúé ìéðùåó, àáì ìà öøéê ìäñçó áãîéåðåú."

"àúä îøùä ìé ììèó ìê àú äøàù?" ùàìä â'ñ.

"áá÷ùä," àîø ôøã. "àú îåæîðú." â'ñ ìéèôä àú äùòø ùìå. äåà äæëéø ÷öú ôøååä ùì çéä. "úëó àðé àúçéì ìâøâø," àîø ôøã. "îåúø ìê ììèó ìé àú äøàù îúé ùîúçù÷ ìê. ìîòùä, àðé ÷öú àúòöáï àí ìà úìèôé àåúå ëì éåí."

â'ñ òîãä îàçåøé ôøã åëøëä àú æøåòåúéä ñáéá ëúôéå. ôøã äåùéè éã, úôñ àú ëôåú éãéä åäçæé÷ àåúï ÷øåá ììáå. â'ñ äøâéùä ùäìá ùìå ôåòí áîäéøåú. äéà äùòéðä àú øàùä òì øàùå. äí äñúëìå òì ääùú÷ôåú ùìäí áîøàä. "àéæä æåâ îëåòø," àîø ôøã. åëëä äí ðåúøå ãé äøáä æîï, ôùåè îçééëéí æä ìæä áîøàä. òì äøöôä ñáéáí áä÷ äùòø ùì ôøã áàåø äùîù.

[áú 15 î÷ñéîä àê îåèøôú / ñå ìéîá]

Andrea: unhappy is the land that breeds no hero.

Galileo: no, Andrea. Unhappy is the land that needs a hero.

Bertolt Brecht

My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident, and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.

Sam Tyler: I need you to connect me to a Virgin mobile number -

Operator: Don't start that sexy buisness with me, young man! I can trace this call!

Gene Hunt: Oi! Referee! Has anyone ever told you you need glasses, you dozy git? Next time, I run you over!

Gene Hunt: So I'm right?
Sam Tyler: We both are.

Gene Hunt: Right.

Sam Tyler: Right.

Gene Hunt: Just as long as I'm righter than you are.

Andrea Kemble: He your boss? What would I get for smacking him one?
Sam Tyler: A round of applause from half our station.

Gene Hunt: The law, the law! Get down you divs!
*Everyone ducks*

Sam Tyler: We are the law, you bloody clowns! God help us!

Test Card Girl: Do you not like me with my clown? I can see I make you frown. When on Earth will all this end? I'm your friend, your only friend.

Gene Hunt: I think you've forgotten who you're talking to.

Sam Tyler: An overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline-alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding?
Gene Hunt: You make that sound like a bad thing!

Glen Fletcher: Don't take this the wrong way, DI Tyler, but you're a mental case.

Gene Hunt: If I was as worried as you, I'd never fart for fear of shitting me'self.

Vic Tyler: I've got a young lad named Sam.

Gene Hunt: I've got a pain in the arse named Sam.

Gene Hunt: I'm not a Catholic me'self, Mr Warren, but isn't there something in the Bible about "Thou shalt not suck off rent boys?"
Mr Warren: How dare you come in here!

Gene Hunt: You could have said that to the boy.

Sam Tyler: You should'nt be driving with that leg.

Gene Hunt: Well, I am!
Sam Tyler: You were shot!
Gene Hunt: Yeah, and so will you be in a minute if you don't get in!

Gene Hunt: Shut up, yeh nancy-ass fairy boy!
Sam Tyler: Such elegant banter.

Sam Tyler: You're not above the law, you know!

Gene Hunt: What're you on about? I AM the law!

[Sam Tyler - John Simm

Gene Hunt - Phillip Glenister]

The air was more than humid

And the heat was more than hungry
And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

The bulls were running wild
Because they're big and mean and sacred
And the children were playing cricket with no shoes

The next morning we woke up, man, with a seven hour drive
Well there we were stuck in port Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven

Officials were quite friendly
Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

Disembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving soundly engine running smooth

The next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right
Moving back north to port Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven
Yes and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven

îä ùéôä æä ùéù òåã âéøñà ùì äîéìéí, ùåðä ø÷ á÷öú îäâéøñà äî÷åøéú åùâí ìîåæé÷ä éù 2 âéøñàåú:

âéøñà 1 - on and on

âéøñà 2 - thicker than water

[Holes to Heaven, Jack Johnson.]

àåôàì æàú àáï é÷øä îøäéáä áéôéä, àáï ìùí, ùëì öáòé ä÷ùú îðöðöéí áúåëä. àáì àåîøéí âí ùäéà îáéàä îæì øò. äðòøä àåôàì äéúä áòìú éÉôé îøäéá ùðöðõ îúåëä, åøéö'øã éãò ùðôì áçì÷å äîæì äëé èåá áòåìí ëùäåà ôâù àåúä.

øéö'øã àäá àú àåôàì. ìôòîéí äåà äéä îúáãç å÷åøà ìä "ìùí ùîéí", ëé àåôàì æä âí ìùí, åäåà àäá àåúä òã äùîéí. åäåà ðúï ìä èáòú îùåáöú áàáï ìùí.

[...]

øéö'øã ðúï ìàåôàì èáòú éôäôéä îùåáöú àáï ìùí ìáðä ëçìá, òí ðöðåöéí ùì åøÉã åëçÉì åéøÉ÷ åñâÉì, ùäáäé÷å ëîå ÷ñí áëì ôòí ùôâò áä äàåø.

äí ÷ðå ãéøä.

äí äúçúðå.

åðåìãå ìäí ùúé úéðå÷åú úàåîåú.

[...]

äúàåîåú äúçéìå ììîåã ááéú ñôø, åàåôàì åøéö'øã äìëå ìòáåãä, åáñåôé ùáåò äéå òåùéí ãáøéí îäðéí ëîå ììëú ìùçåú åìòùåú ÷ðéåú éçã, àå ìáìåú éåí ùìí áçåó äéí. ëì äãáøéí äøâéìéí åäëéôééí ùì îùôçä. àáì àæ äëì äôñé÷ ìäéåú øâéì åëéôé. àåôàì çìúä ÷öú. åàæ äéà äéúä öøéëä ìäúàùôæ ááéú çåìéí. àçøé ùçæøä äéà äéúä áñãø ìæîï ÷öø. àáì àæ äéà çìúä ùåá. äéà ìà äéúä îñåâìú ìäîùéê ìòáã. äéà ùëáä òì äñôä ááéú. ñáúà äéúä öøéëä ìàñåó àú äúàåîåú áñåó éåí äìîåãéí. øéö'øã äôñé÷ ìòáã ëãé ìäùàø ááéú åìèôì áàåôàì. àáì äéà ìà äáøéàä. äéà îúä. àæ äí äôñé÷å ìäéåú îùôçä.

[îåôò æåâé, â'÷ìéï ååéìñåï.]

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare The shadow in the background of the morgue The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me We'll have Halloween on Christmas And in the night we'll wish this never ends We'll wish this never ends (I miss you, I miss you) (I miss you, I miss you) Where are you and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time And as I stared I counted Webs from all the spiders Catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight Stop this pain tonight Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

[I Miss You, Blink-182.]

- ìà. àáì äàðùéí úîéã äëéøå àåúðå.
- àåúðå? éù éåúø îàçã?
- îéìéàøãéí àéï ñôåø.

- àáì îä àúí?

- îìàëéí.

øàùä ùì îàøé îàìåï äöèìöì. äéà âãìä ááéú ÷úåìé. éúøä îæàú, ëôé ùìééøä âéìúä, äéà äééúä ôòí ðæéøä. àó ùîõ ùì àîåðä ìà ðåúø áä òëùéå, àáì äéà éãòä òì äîìàëéí. àåâåñèéðåñ ä÷ãåù àîø, "îìàê - ùÅí îÄùÒøúí äåà, ìà ùÅí èÄáòí. àí àÆú ùí èáòí úá÷ù, äøé ùäåà øåç; àí àÆú ùí îÄùÒøúí úá÷ù, äøé ùäåà îìàê; îàùø äÄðÈí, øåç, îîòùéäí, îìàê."

áøòã åñçøçåøú äéà ëúáä ùåá:

- îìàëéí äí éöåøéí îçåîø-öì? îàá÷?

- îÄáÀðéí. äúøëáåéåú. ëï.

- åçåîø-öì äåà îä ùàðçðå îëðéí øåç?
- îàùø äððå, øåç; îîòùéðå, çåîø. øåç åçåîø àçã äí.

äéà ðøòãä. äí ä÷ùéáå ìîçùáåúéä.

[äñëéï äîòåãï, ñôø 2 áèøéìåâééú çåîøéå äàôìéí, ôéìéô ôåìîï.]

Drink Sangria in the park, And then later, when it gets dark, We go home. Just a perfect day, Feed animals in the zoo Then later, a movie, too, And then home. Oh it's such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with you. Oh such a perfect day, You just keep me hanging on, You just keep me hanging on. Just a perfect day, Problems all left alone, Weekenders on our own. It's such fun. Just a perfect day, You made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, Someone good. Oh it's such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with you. Oh such a perfect day, You just keep me hanging on, You just keep me hanging on. You're going to reap just what you sow, You're going to reap just what you sow, You're going to reap just what you sow, You're going to reap just what you sow...

[Perfect Day, Lou Reed.]

ùá ãàðáàø åùàì àú ÷ìååéðâ'ø. "ëëä." äåà ä÷éù áàöáòåúéå. "ùðéä ÷åãí ðëðñú ìîëììä ëùøéàåúéê îìàåú àååéø öç. äéåí àúä àãí æ÷ï."

"æ÷ï?" ùàì ÷ìååéðâ'ø áúéîäåï. "òì îä àúä îãáø?" "æ÷ï."

"àðé ìà æ÷ï."

"àúä ñðèéîèøéí îäîååú áëì ôòí ùàúä éåöà ìîùéîä. ëîä éåúø æ÷ï àúä éëåì ìäéåú áâéìê? çöé-ã÷ä ÷åãí ðëðñú ìáéú äñôø äúéëåï, åçæééä áìúé-øëåñä äéúä òáåøê âï-òãï ùìéåúø îîðå ìà ÷éååéú. ø÷ çîéùéú-ùðéä ÷åãí äééú éìã ÷èï òí òùøä ùáåòåú ùì çåôù âãåì ùðîùê îàä-àìó ùðä åòãééï äñúééí îå÷ãí îãé. æéô! äï çåìôåú ëîå èéì. ìòæàæì, áàéæå öåøä àçøú úåëì ìäàè àú äæîï?" ãàðáàø äéä ëîòè ðøâæ ëùñééí.

"åáëï, àåìé æä ðëåï," ðéëðò ÷ìååéðâ'ø áàé-øöåï. "àåìé çééí àøåëéí áàîú çééáéí ìäéåú îìàéí äøáä îöáéí áìúé-ðòéîéí ëãé ìäøàåú àøåëéí. àáì àí ëê, îé áëìì öøéê àåúí?" "àðé," àîø ìå ãàðáàø.

"ìîä?" ùàì ÷ìååéðâ'ø.

"îä éù îìáãí?"

"àéê éëåìúé ììîåã ÷øåà åëúåá?" úáò ö'éó ååéè äàôåè áúå÷ôðåú îãåîä, áäøéîå àú ÷åìå ùåá òì-îðú ùãå÷ ãðé÷ä éùîò. "áëì î÷åí áå ðèéðå àú àåäìðå, äí ÷ãçå áàø ðôè. áëì ôòí ù÷ãçå áàø, îöàå ðôè. åáëì ôòí ùîöàå ðôè, äëøéçå àåúðå ìàøåæ àú àåäìðå åìðåò ìî÷åí àçø. äééðå îèåú-÷ñí àðåùééí. ìëì îùôçúðå äéúä ðèéä èáòéú ìîéøáöé ðôè âåìîé, åòã îäøä øãôå àçøéðå èëðàéí îëì çáøåú äðôè áòåìí. ðòðå ììà äôñ÷ä. äéúä æå, àðé éëåì ìåîø ìê, ãøê îçåøáðú ìâãåì. àðé ìà çåùá ùáéìéúé ìîòìä îùáåò áî÷åí àçã."

æëøåðåúéå äîå÷ãîéí áéåúø äéå ëâéàåìåâ.

"áëì ôòí ùðåìã ååéè äàôåè ðåñó," äåà äîùéê, "äéúä äáåøñä âåàä. òã îäøä ò÷áå àçøéðå öååúåú-÷éãåç ùìîéí, òì ëì öéåãí, ø÷ ëãé ìä÷ãéí àìå àú àìå. çáøåú äçìå ìäúîæâ ø÷ ëãé ùéåëìå ì÷öõ áîñôø äàðùéí ùäéä òìéäí ìäöîéã àìéðå. àáì ääîåï ùîàçåøéðå äåñéó ìâãåì. îòåìí ìà æëéðå ìùðú-ìéìä ùìååä. ëùòöøðå, òöøå äí. ëùðòðå, ðòå äí, ÷øåðéåú-îæåï, áåìãåæøéí, òâåøðé-÷éãåç, âðøèåøéí. äééðå âàåú òñ÷éú îäìëú, åäúçìðå ì÷áì äæîðåú îäîìåðåú äèåáéí áéåúø, ø÷ áâìì äé÷ó äòñ÷éí ùäééðå îåùëéí àéúðå äòéøä. ëîä îääæîðåú äàìå äéå ãé ðãéáåú, àáì ìà éëåìðå ì÷áì àó àçú îäï îùåí ùäééðå àéðãéàðéí, åëì äîìåðåú äèåáéí ùäæîéðå àåúðå ìà ÷éáìå àåøçéí àéðãéàðéí. äôìéä äéà âæòéú äéà ãáø ðåøà, éåñàøéàï. áàîú. ãáø ðåøà ìðäåâ áàéðãéàðé äâåï åðàîï ëàéìå äåà ëåùé îìåëìê, éäåãåï àå î÷øåï." ö'éó ååéè äàôåè äðéã øàùå áúåëçä.

[îéìëåã-22, â'åæó äìø.]

äéà äéúä äðéçåç ä÷ìåù ùì ôøç ä÷÷èåñ, äöììéú äîøôøôú ùì úðùîú. ìà éãòðå àéê ìàëåì àåúä. áîçùáåúéðå ðéñéðå ìäöîéã àåúä àì ìåç äùòí ëîå ôøôø, àê äñéëä ôùåè òáøä ãøëä, åäéà òôä ìä.

[âá äñôø éìãú-ëåëáéí, â'øé ñôéðìé.]

to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade foreverfor you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!...You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier. It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!

áòåã æîï ÷öø àúä úäéä ìáã áîøçá çñø âãåú, ðùàø ìùåèè áçåñø äâáåìåú ììà éãéã àå øò ìðöç. îôðé ùàúä úéùàø îçùáä, äîçùáä ä÷ééîú äéçéãä, åìôé èáòê ìà ðéúï ìäùîãä àå ìñéåí. àáì àðé, òáãê äàåîìì, çùôúé àú òöîê áôðéê åùéçøøúé àåúê. çìåí çìåîåú àçøéí, åèåáéí éåúø!...  àúä ÷åìè, òëùéå, ùäãáøéí äììå áìúé àôùøééí àìà áçìåí. àúä úåôù ùäí ùéâòåðåú èäåøéí åùèåúééí, äúåöø äîèåôù ùì ãéîéåï ùìà îåãò ìîåæøåéåúéå - áîéìä, ùäí çìåí, åùàúä éåöøå. ñéîðé-äçìåí ëåìí ëàï; äééú öøéê ìæäåú àåúí ÷åãí-ìëï. æä ðëåï, îä ùçùôúé áôðéê; àéï áðîöà àìåäéí, àéï é÷åí, àéï âæò àðåùé, àéï çééí, àéï âï-òãï, àéï âéäéðåí. äëì äåà çìåí - çìåí îâåçê åèéôùé. ãáø ìà ÷ééí îìáãê. åàúä àéðê àìà îçùáä - îçùáä ðåããú, îçùáä çñøú-úåòìú, îçùáä çñøú-áéú, îùåèèú îéåàùú áøçáé äðöç äøé÷!

[The Mysterious Stranger, Mark Twain.]