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There's a lot things about me.Things you wouldn't understand, things you couldn't understand, things you shouldn't understand. I'm a loner, dude, a rebel.
"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. ’Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me." Hamlet, act III, scene II.