Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands

Pharmaceutical Projects Are Like Fresh Fruit - They Depreciate If They Are Not Tended To, And They Do Poorly If Sitting On The Shelf With Long Periods Of Inactivity.

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!