The Ant's A Centaur In His Dragon

A Little Light, Like A Rushlight / To Lead Back To Splendour.

And The Days Are Not Full Enough And The Nights Are Not Full Enough And Life Slips By Like A Field Mouse Not Shaking The Grass

With Usura With Usura Hath No Man A House Of Good Stone Each Block Cut Smooth And Well Fitting.

The Concept Of Genius As Akin To Madness Has Been Carefully Cultivated By The Inferiority Complex Of The Public.

The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me For Here Was Love, Was Not To Be Drowned Out. And Here Desire, Not To Be Kissed Away. The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me.