That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'
Describing comic sensibility is near impossible. It's sort of an abstract silliness, that sometimes the joke isn't the star.
In Socrates' thought the two marks of individual self-consciousness appear; it is practical and it is social.

