We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

Atlantis Will Rise Again.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.