In amongst his general thrasonical ranting and ravings concerning his own merits, Skogan had promised the company that tomorrow the world would know how good his verses were – when he read aloud at the court gate some poem which he had written in honour of the birthday of Thomas, Duke of Clarence. — Robert Nye, Falstaff

Dan: bro why have you been staring into space for the last hour doing nothing?
Me: bro i have a chronic cringe from what happened earlier I can't concentrate