And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech,

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.