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"I am an incalculable rhythm of distinction." Those words being uttered from the other side of the cubicle wall were not expected, but they could not be labeled as "unexpected" in my inventory of daily expectations.  "Is that so, Rod?" "I am a paradigm of undiscovered configurations." This second phrase fell on me as the first.  "Well, that may be true, but you know how much they love it when you talk to me over the cube wall like that.  I hope this audit project hasn't finally pushed you over the edge." "I am a master of untamed neuropathic swings." It was that statement, I see now in hindsight's tremendous focus, when I began to worry.