A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

After A While The Press Of Business In The Province Put An End To Our Philosophizing, And I Returned With Increased Determination To My Plans To Fly To The Moon.

Luckless Is The Country In Which The Symbols Of Procreation Are The Objects Of Shame, While The Agents Of Destruction Are Honored! And Yet You Call That Member Your Pudendum, Or Shameful Part, As If There Were Anything More Glorious Than Creating Life, Or Anything More Atrocious Than Taking It Away.

The People Of Your World Became So Stupid And Rude That My Companions And I No Longer Enjoyed Teaching Them. You Must Surely Have Heard Of Us: We Were Called Oracles, Nymphs, Spirits, Fairies, Household Gods, Lemures, Larvas, Lamias, Sprites, Water-nymphs, Incubi, Shades, Spirits Of The Dead, Specters And Ghosts.

She Is A Mortal Danger To All Men. She Is Beautiful Without Knowing It, And Possesses Charms That She's Not Even Aware Of. She Is Like A Trap Set By Nature - A Sweet Perfumed Rose In Whose Petals Cupid Lurks In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Instills Grace In Every Common Thing And Divinity In Every Careless Gesture. Venus In Her Shell Was Never So Lovely, And Diana In The Forest Never So Graceful As You.

We Must Believe Then, That As From Hence We See Saturn And Jupiter; If We Were In Either Of The Two, We Should Discover A Great Many Worlds Which We Perceive Not; And That The Universe Extends So In Infinitum.