Tonight, all around the world, one will stand on the threshold between this year and the next, and one will wonder "where has the year gone? what have I done? and, who am I?" These are the questions, because one is never sure, and one always feels a little sorrow in parting. And so, one thinks of Auld Lang Syne.
To prevent toppling towards melancholia, take two of these, and call me in the morning.