I feel like I'm in one of those 'Choose your own adventure' books but this one is in my head and leaking out. As long as I'm not aware of it I will continue walking it's path. Okay, i stepped off the path. Yes, I could rediscover this format but I think I'll do housework instead; for now.
"Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet-and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker "