A Corpse Is Meat Gone Bad. Well

All Human History Moves Towards One Great Goal

Time's Ruins Build Eternity's Mansions.

It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art. The Cracked Looking-glass Of A Servant.

Every Life Is In Many Days, Day After Day. We Walk Through Ourselves, Meeting Robbers, Ghosts, Giants, Old Men, Young Men, Wives, Widows, Brothers-in-love. But Always Meeting Ourselves.

The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening Sea.