Let Us Leave Theories There And Return

Sentimentality Is Unearned Emotion.

History, Stephen Said, Is A Nightmare From Which I Am Trying To Awake.

That Ideal Reader Suffering From An Ideal Insomnia.

Terence O'ryan Heard Him And Straightway Brought Him A Crystal Cup Full Of The Foaming Ebon Ale Which The Noble Twin Brothers Bungiveagh And Bungardilaun Brew Ever In Their Divine Alevats, Cunning As The Sons Of Deathless Leda. For They Garner The Succulent Berries Of The Hop And Mass And Sift And Bruise And Brew Them And They Mix Therewith Sour Juices And Bring The Must To The Sacred Fire And Cease Not Night Or Day From Their Toil, Those Cunning Brothers, Lords Of The Vat.

Beware The Horns Of A Bull, The Heels Of The Horse, And The Smile Of An Englishman.