Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen.

We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.

This must be a real horrorshow film if you're so keen on my viddying it.

We are supposed to be the children of Seth; but Seth is too much of an effete nonentity to deserve ancestral regard. No, we are the sons of Cain, and with violence can be associated the attacks on sound, stone, wood and metal that produced civilization.

Translation is not a matter of words only: it is a matter of making intelligible a whole culture.

Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.