”Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear.
This is he, my Master said, despised the Athenian maid.
And here, the maiden, sleeping sound, on the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! She durst not lie near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy…”
Dear Brain, stop quoting Mr Shakespeare’s ”A Midsummer Night’s Dream”.
I would really like if you could just SHUT THE F*CK UP, so I perhaps could get some sleep.
Sincerely, The Body