"You're nothing more than a two-bit whore selling someone else's body. They aren't your words and this isn't your soul."
I suppose it is true.
it's emblamatic; of me trying to free myself from my own debilitating mediocrity.
It goes nowhere, really. More's the pity. For he was a good man, and thorough. But all for naught it would seem. Not that he's dead. Just useless; now. I knew him once, before. But that was it.
The Maestro must die!
"His name was Napoleon V. He was a dwarf."