Fall If You Will, But Rise You

I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.

He Lived At A Little Distance From His Body, Regarding His Own Acts With Doubtful Side-glances. He Had An Odd Autobiographical Habit Which Led Him To Compose In His Mind From Time To Time A Short Sentence About Himself Containing A Subject In The Third Person And A Verb In The Past Tense.

It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art. The Cracked Looking-glass Of A Servant.

The Intellectual Imagination! With Me All Or Not At All. Non Serviam!

Bury The Dead. Say Robinson Crusoe Was True To Life. Well Then Friday Buried Him. Every Friday Buries A Thursday If You Come To Look At It.