Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.