He Thought That He Was Sick In

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good Idea The Latin. Stupifies Them First. Hospice For The Dying. They Don't Seem To Chew It; Only Swallow It Down.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.

Ineluctable Modality Of The Visible; At Least That If No More, Thought Through My Eyes. Signatures Of All Things I Am Here To Read.

A Man's Errors Are His Portals Of Discovery.

Oh Ireland My First And Only Love Where Christ And Caesar Are Hand In Glove!