The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services!