The Civil War Is Not Ended: I

Dante And Shakespeare Divide The World Between Them. There Is No Third.

When The Gods Know That A God Hath Fallen, With This Kindly Feeling They Do Encourage Him-- Be Thou A God Again And Again.

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.

Everyone's Alone - Or So It Seems To Me. They Make Noises, And Think They Are Talking To Each Other; They Make Faces, And Think They Understand Each Other. And I'm Sure They Don't. Is That A Delusion?

Bad Poets Imitate, Good Poets Steal.