And now I look and look around and there's so many Fancys
I used to love Fancy, I used to love Fancy
I even had the Gray HM Suit, I thought I was Fancy
It must be devastating for you, an advil reader of my work, that you'll never know the ending to my most popular and critically successful story. I did that on purpose. You smell that? That's the smell of my cologne. Know what it's called? Genius.
If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique soul enclosed in a fragile egg. Each of us is confronting a high wall. The high wall is the system which forces us to do the things we would not ordinarily see fit to do as individuals.