He sits in a darkened room before a computer screen day in day out playing with the unlit matches.Well no doubt he leaves room for wine women and song.
But I don’t think that we can call that his hobby. No the thing he likes to do the most is see how far he can go, can he destroy his reason, can he destroy his mind.
Which dovetails so well with his other hobby as he wakes each morning with a prayer on his lips: Master, dear Masster, give this humble dog a bone, is there a thorn in your side I can pluck?
