The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.