A Small Rock Holds Back A Great

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'