Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry offโall tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her armsโฆ Thatโs how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.
HomerI've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!
Homer