"I've got 6 of one, but they never gave me half a dozen of the other," said
Ophelia, bravely, for the ears of these people are stopped with waxy build
up, the temerity of realizing how governmental even the simplest sentence
can be, mirrored in plights and detail, asking questions that need no
answers (which, basically, calls into question what the question really is),
time now to say time now? philosophy piling one thing unto another, to
dizzying completion, and all Ophelia can say is "water seems like my demise"