'O wherefore art thou, Geno!? So Geno would, were (s)he not Geno called,
Retain that dear perfection which (s)he owes
Without that title. Geno, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take much myself. A kindred spirit, deareth unto me, who's absence doth pertain... Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts? -missing you still, -Marka (beer)