Guido Natso is natso guido.

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I’m old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s/he who lets it go.

Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.

Be you wise and never sad, You will get your lovely lad. Never serious be, nor true, And your wish will come to you-- And if that makes you happy, kid, You'll be the first it ever did.

When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.