I Think A Child Should Be Allowed

I Am Proud To Be An Emotionalist.

Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

(...) You Cruel Creature, Little Mite Of A Thing With A Heart The Size Of A Fullstop.

Stately, Plump Buck Mulligan Came From The Stairhead, Bearing A Bowl Of Lather On Which A Mirror And A Razor Lay Crossed.

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing Sad Songs About The End Of Love; Lay Aside Sadness And Sing How Love That Passes Is Enough. Sing About The Long Deep Sleep Of Lovers That Are Dead, And How In The Grave All Love Shall Sleep: Love Is Aweary Now.