Ah, in this locus amoenus of my mind, where lucubrations are clothed in words and the vibrations of the soul find echo in traced signs, one witnesses a veritable profluvie of pronouncements, maxims, and intellectual graffiti, almost as if thought, intoxicated by expressive freedom, abandons itself to an inexhaustible libatio of aphorisms and philosophical doodles. One might almost say that here, the economy of quotation and flourish suffers a chronic deficit of thrift!