On doit exiger de moi que je cherche la vérité, mais non que je la trouve.

Things are looking up in Mawson Place! [Thank you, I'll be here all week...]

This one has a slight 2001: A Space Odyssey vibe to it, only without a bunch of randy monkeys carrying on. One imagines that Friday and Saturday nights more closely resemble that particular scene.

Here is a poem:

I

She argued that I -
as in me -
must be mistaken.

Knowing myself -
the I in the equation -
I doubted it.

Far more likely -
reckoned me -
is that she has erred.

Nobody is perfect,
she says.

However I
must be close.