I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.
Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!