Going thru a great crisis of self-analysis, especially in relation to job, school, work, students.

The factory, dripping with symbolism, straddled the peace line in West Belfast, separating the loyalist Shankill Road from the republican Falls with an entrance at either end for the two communities.

Lie here ye weedes that I diſdaine to weare, This compleat armor, and this curtle-axe Are adiuncts more beſeeming Tamburlaine.

Again, as he was a mere student without any letters after his name, he got scant attention, and I never heard that he gained over a single supporter. - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Stark Munro Letters - Page 16