We men are wretched things.
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.
Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.