to pretend to be stupid is the ultimate form of entertainment... and believe me: it's playing the village idiot.

huh... i always imagined leaving traces of this life in the form of: cameo... footprints on the beach, the sea, and that old *******, the watchmaker.

*and i learned that from my father, he pretends he's stupid, he's not exactly the sharpest mind when it comes to acquiring a second tongue, but i was a child when i began, he wasn't, but i still had the audacity to retain my nativspreschen, which made me acquire more of the culture and levitate the language on a whim, well, it made me penetrate and immerse myself in jolly ol' england... then again, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses... he still has his prised possession... a mind as sharp as a guillotine when it comes to arithmetic; couldn't tell a jew apart from him; me? i like letters, lexis est infinitas... since no man has every used, all, the word, available to him.