Black and thick are the folds of sinister fate. But I am the master. I raise my hand, and lo, they vanish! All this is nonsense. And fear? I am the Fear of fear, the Terror of terror, I am the fearless secondless One, I am the Rule of destiny, the Wiper - out of fact. Shri wah Guru! Steady, child, don't be bought by gold or anything else, and we win!
57, Ramkanta Bose's Street