From "Further Essays On Not Having To Listen To 'The White Album' "

"Long, Long, Long, Long, Long, Long, Long, Long"

Many such systems have been ideated after the fact; we have here, though, a living example of SYSTEMS THOUGHT IN MOTION, whereby the connection (via mere simultaneity) of a wineglass, amplification, a wail, and forbearance of any edit bring forth a singular sustained marvel. You cannot even interpret what you are hearing until you consult a proper reference work. The untutored view would hear an unprompted narcissistic plea for for swiftly fleeing attention, not knowing the actual conditions of NATIVE GENIUS SKIPPING GAILY UPON THE WILD EDDIES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. By retaining childlike perceptions of the circumstantial weather, the mild sage in his jute fabrics has achieved the sublimity of subjoining an unmoored "halloa and well-met" onto an unprepossessing lamblike hymn.

I ran as fast I could to Will's dorm room...it was 3 in the morning...he wasn't there, though! Will, if you're there, let me know what you think!