The Most Reasonable Man Always Manages, When

There Are Mornings When All Men Experience With Fatigue A Flush Of Tenderness That Makes Them Horny.

It's The Hour When Night Breaks Away From The Day, My Dove, Let Me Go.

Excluded By My Birth And Tastes From The Social Order, I Was Not Aware Of Its Diversity. Nothing In The World Was Irrelevant: The Stars On A General's Sleeve, The Stock-market Quotations, The Olive Harvest, The Style Of The Judiciary, The Wheat Exchange, Flower-beds. Nothing. This Order, Fearful And Feared, Whose Details Were All Inter-related, Had A Meaning: My Exile.

Limited By The World, Which I Oppose, Jagged By It, I Shall Be All The More Handsome And Sparkling As The Angles Which Wound Me And Give Me Shape Are More Acute And The Jagging More Cruel.

Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm, Tears!