We all pretend to have an idol; we all pretend to be an idol for someone else, but actually we are all impostors, a bit like a man on the street who appears totally cool and indifferent, while he has actually anticipated and calculated so that all eyes are on him.
Svi se pravimo da imamo idola; svi se pravimo da smo nečiji idol,  no zapravo svi smo varalice, kao čovjek na ulici koji se čini skroz  hladan i nezainteresiran, dok je zapravo očekivao i izračunao kako da sve oči budu uprte ka njemu.