Does nobody understand?

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up and there you are... Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.