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I have had a cold over Easter weekend.

In my sleepy delirium, I was making up songs (this is a filk of some random song I heard on Friday at a clothes store)

So then she said "You should care about America,"
And I said she said "Remember the Maine."
And then she asked, she asked, "Qui bono, Lucy?"
In Latin that means, "Who lost and who gained?"

But also

[William Randolph Hearst's castle] is like making love in a confessional with a prostitute dressed in a prelate's liturgical robes reciting Baudelaire while ten electronic organs reproduce the Well-Tempered Clavier played by Scriabin.— Umberto Eco