By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Because they're stupid, that's why. That's why everybody does everything.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
One rogue leads another.
We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
The journey is the thing.