Men Do Not Realize How Great An

I Criticize By Creation - Not By Finding Fault.

An Ancient Custom Obtains Force Of Nature.

O Tempora! O Mores! O What Times (are These)! What Morals!

The Nearer I Approach Death The More I Feel Like One Who Is In Sight Of Land At Last And Is About To Anchor In One's Home Port After A Long Voyage.

But The Night Mother Is Mother To All! It Is Her Voice We Follow! Her Will! Would You Dare Risk Disobedience? And Surely... Punishment?