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I Shall Write A Book Some Day About The Appropriateness Of Names. Geoffrey Chaucer Has A Ribald Ring, As Is Proper And Correct, And Alexander Pope Was Inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber Was A Silly Little Man Without Much Elegance And Shelley Was Very Percy And Very Bysshe.

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Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.