Perfectly Imperfect
"I have had it with perfection. I have packed my bags, I am out of here. Gone. As certain as rain will make you wet, perfection will do you in. It droppeth not as dew upon the summer grass to give liberty and greenjoy. Perfection straineth out the quality of mercy, withers rapture at itsbirth. Before the battle is half begun, cold probity thinks it can't be won, concedes the war. I've handed in my notice, given back my keys, signed my severance check, I quit...