And You Treat Me Wonderfully

I Kept This To Remind Me Of You Trying To Brush Away The Villa Rossa From Your Teeth In The Morning, Swearing And Eating Aspirin And Cursing Harlots. Every Time I See That Glass I Think Of You Trying To Clean Your Conscience With A Toothbrush.

Perhaps Wars Weren't Won Anymore. Maybe They Went On Forever. Maybe It Was Another Hundred Years' War.

But Perhaps He Had Enough Animal Strength And Detached Intelligence That He Could Make Another Start.

Intelligence Is So Damn Rare And The People Who Have It Often Have Such A Bad Time With It That They Get Bitter Or Propagandistic And Then It's Not Much Use.

All A Man Has Is Pride. Sometimes You Have It So Much It Is A Sin. We Have All Done Things For Pride That We Knew Were Impossible. We Didn't Care. But A Man Must Implement His Pride With Intelligence And Care.