He reached out, grabbed a hairful of hair, and pulled.

Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!

She added, “No amount of distortive rhetoric or advertising will cause the governor to back down from the core reforms and necessary reality check embodied in this budget.”

moaping Melancholie And Moon-struck madness