As was his particular habit the first evening of each school year, the portly Headmaster strolled with imposing presence and measured footfalls through the school's dormitory biding each new young student an amiable good night.
Approaching the door of the last room, the Headmaster immediately stopped as he overheard the most intimate prayer of exquisite simplicity:
This is me
This is your's
This is thanks
This is all