“…Would it not be better to live in peace at home, than to stray up and down the world in search of superfine bread without considering that many a one who goes out for wool, comes home quite shorn.” “My dear neice, replied Don Quixote, you are altogether out of your reckoning. Before I be shorn, I will pull and pluck off the beards of all those who pretend to touch a single hair of my mustache.”

If you desire to be an eccentric and a thinker, a 3/4 turn headshot–both hands front and center frozen in a grasping gesture–is of the utmost importance.

The more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular.