One Of The Things I Could Never

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.

He Wanted To Cry Quietly But Not For Himself: For The Words, So Beautiful And Sad, Like Music.

(...) You Cruel Creature, Little Mite Of A Thing With A Heart The Size Of A Fullstop.

Our Civilization, Bequeathed To Us By Fierce Adventurers, Eaters Of Meat And Hunters, Is So Full Of Hurry And Combat, So Busy About Many Things Which Perhaps Are Of No Importance, That It Cannot But See Something Feeble In A Civilization Which Smiles As It Refuses To Make The Battlefield The Test Of Excellence.

God Made Food; The Devil The Cooks.