Oh, it is I, Incredibly skinny, stooped, and neat as pie, Ignorant as dirt, erotic as an ape, Dreamy as puberty - with dirty hair!

He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in

There is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war. Cervantes Every war has its own excuse. That's why they're all surrounded with ideals. That's why they're all crusades.

The doctor punched my vein,The captain called me Cain, Upon my belly sat the sow of fear.

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

O hideous little bat, the size of snot, With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes.