There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.
Rudyard KiplingThere rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.
Rudyard Kipling