He Was Suffering From The Loss Of

Only He Who Is Without Anything Is Without Enemies.

Thirstily He Set It To His Lips, And As Its Cool Refreshment Began To Soothe His Throat, He Thanked Heaven That In A World Of Much Evil There Was Still So Good A Thing As Ale.

But They Were Fated To Misunderstand Each Other.

Regret Of Neglected Opportunity Is The Worst Hell That A Living Soul Can Inhabit.

There Remained The Sea, Which Is Free To All, And Particularly Alluring To Those Who Feel Themselves At War With Humanity.