From The End Spring New Beginnings.

It Is Ridiculous To Suppose That The Great Head Of Things, Whatever It Be, Pays Any Regard To Human Affairs.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

Truth Comes Out In Wine.

There Is Always Something New Out Of Africa.

The Javelin-snake Amphiptere Hurls Itself From The Branches Of Trees.