"When I'm drinking my Bonaparte shandy eating more than enough apple pies will I glance at my screen and see real human beings starve to death right in front of my eyes? Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured, nothing gained, nothing stillborn or lost, nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth, nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine, nothing physically recklessly hopelessly blind, nothing I couldn't say Nothing. Why? 'Cos today nothing rhymed"