And this song's for you

Me: Congratulations, it's midnight and you're already out of the shower; you're not in the grip of writing or reviewing; you have managed not to start a new book or movie; you should go to bed.

Also me: *immediately falls down a two-hour research K-hole on someone else's behalf*

"The old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School," said Stryver, nodding his head over him as he reviewed him in the present and the past, "the old seesaw Sydney. Up one minute and down the next; now in spirits and now in despondency!"

"Ah!" returned the other, sighing: "yes! The same Sydney, with the same luck. Even then, I did exercises for other boys, and seldom did my own."

"And why not?"

"God knows. It was my way, I suppose."

—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)