i do feel terribly jealous of von who has friends in High Places whose relatives casually toss him premium tickets to the san francisco opera. the boy doesn't even like opera! o justice, she inquires, where art thou?

of all those things i lack in life (power, riches etc) the chiefest is a brain. i could do without the power and riches if, like the scarecrow, i had a brain, a very nohrnbergian-architectonic one, but since i am only moderately clever, perhaps i should wish for power and riches instead.

and some accomplishments would not be amiss.