Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

And woe succeeds woe.

We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

We men are wretched things.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.