in my heart there is a statue of the godfather which i have just removed.
you are my hero, don corleone, but it was a mistake to follow you, for now i know that i am made of meeker stuff.
i am made of few things and of many things. i take it that these are not of the world.
and now i go, as a man once did, to a celebration of his return.
apologies to his brother; but i never meant to be a prodigal.
