"Such is my nature and it forbids me from being oblivious to it."
"Alas, I trust you are entangled-"
"And trust! Trust'd be the most wicked strain of all! For the more I trust the more I question why. By-the-by I question that unto which I have mine trust entrusted! Aye, for what reason have I? What reason have it to seem trustworthy unto mine eyes? Such a knot and tie not you nor I can certainly untangle! I find certainty but in lies! The more I have trusted the more I have cause for having done otherwise."
"Ah, yet one question still remains riddled and entwined which you, in doubt, did not care to mind, for, alas, the one thing you have trusted most- is the question that you post."
"Why ask why?"