O Gott! he, the local, vocal, known humanist, exclaimed for a slight social faux pas in company – using an unpurified language sprung to perhaps return and purify him, or his offspring. Thank the Lord, those present responded for the deep embedded linguistic habits o’er bridging the seven or eight generations of a-theeizm,

but o he said I cannot record this until I have gained experience of the world and this meant diving into the sea of the state mafiosi, keep company with the I.T. misfits,  thieving whales and petty fishes.

He, may the peace and blessings on him, at his death, left only his weapons, his white mule and the waqfed real-estate for the son of the way.