Sundry...

YC: There's a paint can bucket on the boodely boo.

YA: I taut you said yer name was Markely?

YC: There's a snail...can I fuck it? On the stormy sea of Versailles?

YA: I taut you said yer name was Markely?

EF:  Self-awareness, reason, and imagination have disrupted the "harmony" which characterizes animal existence.  Their emergence has made man into an anomaly, into the freak of the universe.  He is part of nature, subject to her physical laws and unable to change them, yet he transcends the rest of nature.  He is set apart while being a part;  he is homeless, yet chained to the home he shares with all creatures.  Cast into this world at an accidental place and time, he is forced out of it, again accidentally.  Being aware of himself, he realizes his powerlessness and the limitations of his existence.  He visualizes his own end:  death.  Never is he free from the dichotomy of his existence:  he cannot rid himself of his mind, even if he should want to;  he cannot rid himself of his body as long as he is alive--  and his body makes him want to be alive.