Your name is GLYN BLAIR.
You have a variety of interests, including THE GRACIOUS ART OF RP, PHILOSOPHICAL ANALYSIS, DRAMATIC INDICATIONS, and a few other big, boring words that have a sort of LITERARY VALUE to you. Your room is your great ROMPING GROUNDS, at least that's what you'd like to think of it. Its filled with GAPING WALLS, a few ARTISTIC PIECES, and CHILDHOOD MEMORIES that you really couldn't give a ******** about. Your CHILDHOOD sucked, after all. In the back of your mind, you wonder why you even put up with that s**t.
You have a NUMBER OF FRIENDS AND ACQUAINTANCES, though all of them can't really stand your RANCOUROUS BULLSHIT. As such, your chumming list is rather low at times, which somewhat SADDENS you.
What will you do?
The gods are just. No doubt. But their code of law is dictated, in the last resort, by the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from men.
-Mustapha Mond, Brave New World-