Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers;

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

I've Finally Tapped Into That Spirit Of Self-destruction That Makes Rock-n-roll The King Of Music!

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.