I think this was meant for one of my books. The last line alludes to Cicero (however please correct me on that if I’m wrong). I don’t know what else I might do with it, so here it is:

But I’d renounced that life and decided to forage down the same road that everyone takes: the golden road to unlimited capital accumulation. Well, not exactly like that, of course. I have a degree in poetry; clearly I am a man lacking ambition. I can speak the Esperanto of analogies and gleefully compare my nightly color to Hamlet, which means that I own a futon and an acoustic guitar and little else. I won’t be buying a BMW anytime soon, just mixing my own little portion into the GNP with that intangible commodity of education. Let the accountants dwell in the house of feasting; a wise heart is a sad place.