Redheaded Women Buck Like Goats.

You Cannot Eat Your Cake And Have It.

Let Us Leave Theories There And Return To Here's Hear.

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

I Hear The Ruin Of All Space, Shattered Glass And Toppled Masonry, And Time One Livid Final Flame.

The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In Action.