Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

'yea And I Beheld Sisyphus In Strong Torment, Grasping A Monstrous Stone With Both His Hands. He Was Pressing Thereat With Hands And Feet, And Trying To Roll The Stone Upward Toward The Brow Of The Hill. But Oft As He Was About To Hurl It Over The Top, The Weight Would Drive Him Back, So Once Again To The Plain Rolled The Stone, The Shameless Thing. And He Once More Kept Heaving And Straining, And The Sweat The While Was Pouring Down His Limbs, And The Dust Rose Upwards From His Head.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.