Sanity Is A Handicap And

How Wicked, My Brothers, Innocent Milk Must Always Seem To Me Now.

The Writer's Life Seethes Within But Not Without.

What's It Going To Be Then, Eh?

Evil Has To Exist Along With Good, In Order That Moral Choice May Operate.

There Is A Satisfactory Boniness About Grammar Which The Flesh Of Sheer Vocabulary Requires Before It Can Become A Vertebrate And Walk The Earth.