The Spirit Of Poetry Combines The Profundity

Drive The Women From The Bed Just As You Drove Them From The Choir; A Eunuch Sings In Rome, And The Priests Masturbate.

No Matter Which Word It Is, When I Pronounce Repeatedly, It Ends Up Sounding Utterly Ridiculous And Meaningless To Me.

A Flutist Who Is Moved To Tears By His Own Performance Will Soon Make The Listeners Laugh Because Of The Sounds That He Produces.

I Look Around Me And Nowhere Do I See A Stamp Of Disapproval With Which Nature Marked A Woman's Candid Brow.

What A Pathetic Creature Is Man! His Senses Are Awakened By The Hope For The Very Thing Whose Consummation Puts Him To Sleep.