I work very much on the principle that anything created by mankind has mischief and error hardwired into its inception.

Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.

For a taste that's a bit more distinct, eat a bird before it's extinct.

The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, O’er a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. “Get me out!” I said, advising, “Pluck me from this jail of text- or I swear I’ll wring your neck!

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look.

Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It's the crack cocaine of the literary world.