With a name like Comte de Sats Germain, you're going to say the blessing and pay the tab. You got the hard part of life done already. Your mastery of languages is going to make it easy to move between each of your future castles in the hin and yon. Or better yet, you'll own the tree-lined Champs Elysee and spend your time philosophizing in a cafe. It's either hitting the books or hitting the gym. Nietzsche and Jung are fighting for your attention, but fuck 'em, you'll be a Dharma Bum, a billionaire or both!
