The Tongue Of Man Is

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or By Parents You Dog! I Only Wish I Were Savagely Wrathful Enough To Hack Up Your Corpse And Eat It Raw

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.