Brutus: But 'tis a common proof
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks into the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.

-taken from Act 2 Scene 1,
Julius Caesar
by William Shakespeare

oh, and the quarrel DEFINITELY bears true colours for the thing he is.
fashion it thus, that he's not just a serpent, but a bloody cunning one at that.
and is mischievous alrite.

i know everyone loves you.
and i know you're damn good lah. achievements alot already lah.
damn charismatic lor.
damn X-factor lor.

captain of a thousand and one things.

and obviously it's gotten you pig-headed. i was taken in for some time. but i realized i was wrong.
you're my rival, in every sense.

you obviously have forgotten. but i should remind you then.

what were you a few years ago? what were you? tell me. TELL ME. you were absolutely nothing at all. and we were going to kill you in the shell. since it is the bright day that brings forth the adder. we were going to do the conspiracy, if it wasn't for some idiot who'm i've never forgiven for screwing it up. the conspiracy was, heh. it was for a reason on the opposite end of the spectrum from that in JC. but still.

call me cassius yes. michaelius cassius indeed. but who was the one whom i saved from the river tiber? we buffeted it with lusty sinews, stemming it with hearts of controversy. who was the one who called in a sickly manner for titinius to give a drink?

and this man is now become a god, and michaelius must bend his body if wulius carelessly but nod on him. ye gods, it doth amaze me, that a man of such feeble temper should so get the start of the gryphons lair and astroturf, and bear the microphone on the podium alone. why man, he doth bestride the world like raffles. and i, a petty man, peep about his legs to find myself a very dishonorouable gave indeed. now it is ri enough, and room indeed.

and i know just exactly who my brutus is. however, i'm afraid it may be a bit too late. we should have killed him in the shell. what he was, augmented, did run to these and these extremities, and more.

no matter, we can always start somewhere. URGH. these growing feathers, plucked from wulius' wing, will make him fly and ordinary pitch. who else would soar above the view of boys and keep them all in razzle-dazzle glittery amazement? we shall start today. we will hide in smiles and affability, for not even staffroom2 itself or the tables outside it were dim enough to hide thee from prevention.

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Cassius: I know where I will wear this dagger then;
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny I do bear
I can shake off at pleasure.

Thunder

Casca: So can I;
So every bondmen in his own hands bears
The power to cancel his captivity.

-taken from Act 1 Scene 3,
Julius Caesar
by William Shakespeare
quixoticka eulogized @ 10:17:00 pm