Thread:Techno Bacon/@comment-6548012-20151017181426

Hey, how are you? I'm sorry but I had to go, you didn't come back, so here's the text: "This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star."

And when you're done, your second text will be much harder, it is an extract from Cyrano de Bergerac, sadly in English, but since you don't speak French, we'll have to do with it. Good luck:

"True; all my elegances are within. I do not prank myself out, puppy-like; My toilet is more thorough, if less gay;  I would not sally forth--a half-washed-out  Affront upon my cheek--a conscience  Yellow-eyed, bilious, from its sodden sleep,  A ruffled honor,. . .scruples grimed and dull!  I show no bravery of shining gems.  Truth, Independence, are my fluttering plumes.  'Tis not my form I lace to make me slim,  But brace my soul with efforts as with stays,  Covered with exploits, not with ribbon-knots,  My spirit bristling high like your mustaches,  I, traversing the crowds and chattering groups  Make Truth ring bravely out like clash of spurs!"

And when you say that correctly, we'll get to the fun stuff. Soon. Be sure of it. 