The predecessor was attached to philosophy. You know, I write poetry. Let me read from mine. I read a poem about a whore that is dumb. Everyone in the wharf he is waiting for applause, says I didn't understand why you don't bother. We knocked, asking who didn’t like it, one guy just said what he did. He says I read to you a verse of a mentally ill man, you are all lying to me, so you are foolish.