And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

The Only Monster Here Is The Gambling Monster That Has Enslaved Your Mother, And I Call Him Gamblor!