Life is a joke that's just begun.

Life is made up of interruptions.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

In enterprise of martial kind / When there was any fighting, / He led his reg'ment from behind / He found it less exciting.

I'm a greenery-yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, / Foot-in-the-grave young man!