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Little By Little, The Pimps Have Taken Over The World. They Don't Do Anything, They Don't Make Anything - They Just Stand There And Take Their Cut.

A Faithful Woman Looks To The Spring, A Good Book, Perfume, Earthquakes, And Divine Revelation For The Experience Others Find In A Lover. They Deceive Their Husbands, So To Speak, With The Entire World, Men Excepted.

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

The Brave Men Die In War. It Takes Great Luck Or Judgment Not To Be Killed. Once‚ At Least‚ The Head Has To Bow And The Knee Has To Bend To Danger. The Soldiers Who March Back Under The Triumphal Arches Are Death's Deserters.

Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion.