When The State Withers, Humanity Flowers.

Civilised My Syphilised Yarbles.

Then, Brothers, It Came. Oh, Bliss, Bliss And Heaven. I Lay All Nagoy To The Ceiling, My Gulliver On My Rookers On The Pillow, Glazzies Closed, Rot Open In Bliss, Slooshying The Sluice Of Lovely Sounds. Oh, It Was Gorgeousness And Gorgeosity Made Flesh.

It'll Be Your Own Torture," He Said, Serious. "i Hope To God It'll Torture You To Madness.

I Have Heard Earnest American Sociologists Say That American Children Have A Right To The Divorce Experience As An Enriching Element Of An Advanced Civilisation.

Every Grain Of Experience Is Food For The Greedy Growing Soul Of The Artist.