The world around me sometimes...I don't know if it's up or down, right or wrong, black or red or white or blue...

  :  ) 


(The beginning to a paragraph describing my perceived solemn, dismal state of mind when suddenly I realized I wasn't that at all and it was a waste of time to think so)

Q ~ What did the string quartet use as a means of peaceful intervention?

A ~ Anti-violins.