I'm A White Male, Age 18 To

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

There Is A Strength In The Even Of Very Sorry Men

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!