When the managers of your opera house want you to stop kidnapping sopranos and dropping chandeliers: Buy my silence. Permanently. 20,000 francs a month. For 20,000 francs a month I will stop.
me: oh m y god this is it…..i’ve been chosen…..my purity has been recognized by a higher being and they are bestowing their good graces unto me…..everything in my life up until now has been for this moment….this is catharsis, death and rebirth rolled into the nuzzling of a small furry creature….i feel at ease and everything is good