Hell Is The Centre Of Evils And,

[robinson Crusoe] Is The True Prototype Of The British Colonist. The Whole Anglo-saxon Spirit Is In Crusoe: The Manly Independence, The Unconscious Cruelty, The Persistence, The Slow Yet Efficient Intelligence, The Sexual Apathy, The Calculating Taciturnity.

Secrets, Silent, Stony Sit In The Dark Palaces Of Both Our Hearts: Secrets Weary Of Their Tyranny: Tyrants Willing To Be Dethroned.

Time's Ruins Build Eternity's Mansions.

The Incompatibility Of Aquacity With The Erratic Originality Of Genius.

The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening Sea.