Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.