Nana Quack

I Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

-Rorschach (Watchmen)

Gosto de pensar que todos somos cores e espalhamos a nossa cor pelo mundo. Nossa personalidade determina nossa cor e nem toda cor fica bonita em conjunto com outra, talvez seja por isso que nem todos se dão bem, porque nem toda combinação necessariamente é bela.

-Nana.~