| You're still in a cave,
but at least there's a torch burning in the corner to provide light.
There are ten doors in front of you. "Something I was supposed to remember," you say. "What was it? Six of one, half a dozen of the other. One for all, and ten-four good buddy. Eight is enough. One for the road, two's company, three's a crowd, four score and seven years, give me a high-five, seven come on lucky seven, revolution number nine revolution number nine number nine number nine -- now what was it?' |