There Is No Love Lost Between Us.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness!

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

Roque...lined His Men Up And Had Them Produce All The Clothing, Jewels, Money, And Other Objects That They Had Stolen Since The Last Time They Had Divided The Spoils. Having Made A Hasty Appraisal And Reduced To Terms Of Money Those Items That Could Not Be Divided, He Split The Whole Into Shares With Such Equity And Exactitude That In Not A Single Instance Did He Go Beyond Or Fall Short Of A Strict Distributive Justice. They Were All Well Satisfied With The Payment Received, Indeed They Were Quite Well Pleased; And Roque Then Turned To Don Quixote.

I Want You To See Me Naked And Performing One Or Two Dozen Mad Acts, Which Will Take Me Less Than Half An Hour, Because If You Have Seen Them With Your Own Eyes, You Can Safely Swear To Any Others You Might Wish To Add.

Delay Always Heeds Danger.