How can I govern others, who can't even govern myself?
In their rules there was only one clause: Do what you will.
Don't limp in front of the lame.
I build only living stones--men.
Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.
Bottle, whose Mysterious Deep Do's ten thousand Secrets keep, With attentive Ear I wait; Ease my Mind, and speak my Fate.