It is, in the imagination of combat's fans, the divinely listless loveplay that follows the orgasm of victory. It is called 'mopping up.

My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur.

We are all experiments in enthusiasms, narrow and preordained.

To be is to do - Socrates To do is to be - Sartre Do Be Do Be Do - Sinatra

A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!

Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

A lot of critics think I'm stupid because my sentences are so simple and my method is so direct: they think these are defects. No. The point is to write as much as you know as quickly as possible.