I Think The First Prerequisite To Civilization

Beauty, Midnight, Vision Dies: Let The Winds Of Dawn That Blow Softly Round Your Dreaming Head Such A Day Of Welcome Show Eye And Knocking Heart May Bless, Find Our Mortal World Enough; Noons Of Dryness Find You Fed By The Involuntary Powers, Nights Of Insult Let You Pass Watched By Every Human Love.

By Mourning Tongues The Death Of The Poet Was Kept From His Poems.

Most People Enjoy The Sight Of Their Own Handwriting As They Enjoy The Smell Of Their Own Farts.

I Think The First Prerequisite To Civilization Is An Ability To Make Polite Conversation.

A False Enchantment Can All Too Easily Last A Lifetime.