Give me your tired, your poor adepts, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; The adpets wandering NML's shore, Send these, the Protectorless, Tempest-tossed to me I Bring the Light beside Marind' Bell's door!
Lesson no. 1. : When you give a guy a chocolate on valentine's day, tell him it is valentine's day. Otherwise he'll run off with the chocolate thinking he got a freebie. >.>
So when I was mp4 hiding in NV I got silent ports to the park. Now that Dragual Monarch is doing the same nothing happens... Makes me wonder why i was so "special"...
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking.
ACtually I must say that Voltaire was not really the author: it came from one of his English biograph (Evelyn Hall) who used that sentence to describe Voltaire's way of thinking. Anyhow it's a good philosophy.