"I have of
late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of
exercises; and indeed,
it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly
frame, the earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory...
As recited by Withnail and I.
Christopher Marlowe summarised my site:
Philosophy is odious and obscure;
The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus