Fate Succumbs Many A Species: One Alone

Now Is The Age Of Anxiety.

Men Will Pay Large Sums To Whores For Telling Them They Are Not Bores.

You Must Go To Bed With Friends Or Whores, Where Money Makes Up The Difference In Beauty Or Desire.

Mad Ireland Hurt You Into Poetry.

'healing,' Papa Would Tell Me, 'is Not A Science, But The Intuitive Art Of Wooing Nature.'