how did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte that everything you did and said would amount to law and all of the players and pieces on the map you drew should be happy to revolve their lives around you i live in my lonely mind i wonder do you ever reflect that you're only another man with a bag of regret and your life will be done in the blink of an eye and you won't even be a footnote on the page of time according to the book I read, Mr. Bonaparte all your plans and proclamations fall apart and the loyal few who remain intact only seem to pay attention while they laugh behind your back