He Was Coming To Understand

He Who Never Hurries Is Always On Time.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Lady. She Had No Children, And No Happiness Either. And At First She Cried For A Long Time, But Then She Became Wicked.

I Hereby Certify That The Bearer Of This Note, Nikolai Ivanovich, Spent The Night In Question At Satan's Ball, Having Been Lured There In A Transportational Capacity... Hella, Put In Parentheses! And Write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

The Darkness That Had Come In From The Mediterranean Covered The City So Detested By The Procurator.

Manuscripts Don't Burn.