“happy new year!” i say. “excuse me,” someone replies. it is gandalf. “but what do you mean? do you wish me a happy new year, or mean that it is a happy new year whether I want it or not; or that you feel happy this new year; or that it is a new year to be happy in?”
cave johnson here. the lab boys told me i’m lactose intolerant. and i’ve not got a clue what that means. something about lacking toes, but i’ve got all ten of em. cave johnson, we’re done here.
We Are What We Feel 