When two men in business always agree, one of them is unnecessary.
When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.
You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.
I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.
Utter originality is, of course, out of the question.
Mass ought to be in Latin, unless you could do it in Greek or Chinese. In fact, any abracadabra that no bloody member of the public or half-educated ape of a clargimint could think he understood.