Shakespeare Is The Happy Hunting

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening Sea.

Saying That A Great Genius Is Mad, While At The Same Time Recognizing His Artistic Worth, Is Like Saying That He Had Rheumatism Or Suffered From Diabetes. Madness, In Fact, Is A Medical Term That Can Claim No More Notice From The Objective Critic Than He Grants The Charge Of Heresy Raised By The Theologian, Or The Charge Of Immorality Raised By The Police.

Though Their Life Was Modest, They Believed In Eating Well.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.