Perversity Is The Human Thirst For Self-torture.

This Maiden She Lived With No Other Thought Than To Love And Be Loved By Me.

Whether People Grow Fat By Joking, Or Whether There Is Something In Fat Itself Which Predisposes To A Joke, I Have Never Been Quite Able To Determine.

...and, All At Once, The Moon Arouse Through The Thin Ghastly Mist, And Was Crimson In Color... And They Lynx Which Dwelleth Forever In The Tomb, Came Out Therefrom. And Lay Down At The Feet Of The Demon. And Looked At Him Steadily In The Face.

Quoth The Raven, "nevermore.

A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My Early Life Seem.