A Thing Named Is A Thing Tamed.

Sheep Are Not The Docile, Pleasant Creatures Of The Pastoral Idyll. Any Countryman Will Tell You That. They Are Sly, Occasionally Vicious, Pathologically Stupid. The Lenient Shepherd May Find His Flock Unruly, Definant. I Cannot Afford To Be Lenient.

A Named Thing Is A Tamed Thing.

Remember, It's The Winners Write The History Books, And The Losers Get The Leavings.

If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride.

Like A Domestic Cat, Purring On The Sofa By Day, But By Night, A Strutting Queen, A Natural Killer, Disdainful Of Her Other Life.