Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything
This is how Casca is described in Julius Caesar
There was a time when I used to identify myself with the above lines when I was in school. Now I cannot help but laugh at myself and the idea, what a piece of juvenile waste! How life changes, how you change. Can't you hear the hollowness in my laughter?