Something to remember, that: cats for missiles.

And there shall be a flame-green daybreak soon. And love itself will cry for insurrection! For tomorrow is also a day - and Titus has entered his stronghold.

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

Oh how I hate people!

I am clever enough to know that I am clever.

I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.

Mount and begone. The world awaits you.