I KNOW NOT WHAT I WILL SEE. I WILL KNOW NOT WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS, FOR I WILL NEVER AGAIN BE A SLAVE TO THE BIAS WHICH WEAKENS ME.
AND IF THAT IS SOMETHING THAT AROUSES THE SICKENING STENCH OF PRETENSION, IF THAT RESULTS IN A DIM FLAME FLICKERING OUT, IF THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO ALLOW THIS ROTTEN TALE TO CONTINUE—