"Congratulations kid, this is the promised land and we're raised on broken bromises. So count your blessings, and do not stop counting. You'll be the next generation of super accountants. You're left to navigate this life with yellowed maps and faulty instruments. So count your blessing and do not stop counting. you're the next generation of superior/super/stupid/useless accountants." "The landmarks have long ago been razed or paved over. The landmarks have long ago been gone. I hate outside but I'll make the trip to say, 'So long to the conciliatory dawn.'"