"Things fall apart. The center does not hold." A man named Yeats said that. I didn't understand that poem in college, Len. But I… must be getting smarter in my old age, because I understand it now. And one other line from that poem: "What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?"
Yeah. More schtick. I gotta stop with the schtick. But, seems like schtick is what's getting took.