The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!