Mert mostanában úgy látszik, mindig belefutok az öregfiúba, akit (mea culpa) csak azután díjazok igazán, hogy kötni tudom valahová, amit szeretek. Respect to the good lad!

"Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

/William Butler Yeats: He wished for the cloths of heaven/