With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The

Civilizations Have Been Founded And Maintained On Theories Which Refused To Obey Facts.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes

The Humble And Meek Are Thirsting For Lood

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."