My message is hard edged enough — don't dare to call it "quaint." It doesn't take the word of what the privileged calls a "saint." It won't tremble for the *mighty*, then go all weak and faint. It's alone its own creation, but sans hubristic paint.
...And where do _I_ get off, eh? The answer to that is: "...where I will"!
And while out of context, that should give you an idea!