Feign confidence, even if it is a charade. Pretense is the order of the day, you know. Maybe even the order of the beret, if one indulges in Morley-esque word play. Fuck, I'm rhyming! I'm a poet and I didn't...realise.
― Ian Riese-Moraine. To Hell with you and your gradual evolution! (Eastern Mantra), Wednesday, 20 April 2005 00:32 (twenty years ago)