I know I rest easier at night every time I read about the exploits by the pointy heads in white lab coats running around in their gov’t funded hamster mazes clutching their little beakers holding Lord knows what.
But man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep…
Yup.
Yeah, bro… R-E-L-A-X…
I know I rest easier at night every time I read about the exploits by the pointy heads in white lab coats running around in their gov’t funded hamster mazes clutching their little beakers holding Lord knows what.
What could possibly go wrong?
—“Bill” Shakespeare
Measure for Measure