"My eyes are dry and my nose won't run, I'm a cardboard box, baby, dressed like a man!"

Won't you come in? Yes, please sit down by the fire. It's that time again. Why, it seems to come faster each year, doesn't it? Those are the same clothes you were wearing the last time we met. I too am wearing the same clothes! What a coincidence! This is too much.
I save this special whisky for when we are together. Well, it's silly, I know. And sentimental...and not a little melodramatic, but what can I say? It still fits. It still works, doesn't it? Yes, it does. Alright, I know you should be on your way. Say it with me now until next time.

"When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face.The Phenomena were roused.
-At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections. -I dream of a War of right and of might, of
unlooked-for logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase."

Well, you're off the hook for another year. Go ahead. I know, I know, you are easily embarrassed.