I Am An Unpopular Electric Eel Set

Tall Windows Show Infinity; And, Hard Reality, The Candles Weep And Pry And Dance Like Lives Mocked At By Chance. The Rooms Are Vast As Sleep Within; When Once I Ventured In, Chill Silence, Like A Surging Sea, Slowly Enveloped Me.

The Aim Of Flattery Is To Soothe And Encourage Us By Assuring Us Of The Truth Of An Opinion We Have Already Formed About Ourselves.

If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try To Look Like A Pekingese?

A Great Many People Now Reading And Writing Would Be Better Employed Keeping Rabbits.

Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm.