Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.
The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.