For Some Time Its Been My Habit

Know How To Live The Time That Is Given You.

Our Homeland Is The Whole World. Our Law Is Liberty. We Have But One Thought, Revolution In Our Hearts.

And He That Will Go To Bed Sober, Falls With The Leaf Still In October.

Nevertheless, The Mode, The Justification, And All The Games Involved In This War Were Dishonest.

It Is From Him, From Beolco Ruzzante, That I've Learned To Free Myself From Conventional Literary Writing And To Express Myself With Words That You Can Chew, With Unusual Sounds, With Various Techniques Of Rhythm And Breathing, Even With The Rambling Nonsense-speech Of The 'grammelot.'