Two dogs and a burger all the way, hold the onions on the burger; coming right up.

should I, damn'd then, / Slaver with lips as common as the stairs / That mount the Capitol

[T]he sound of the ululation brought my own past and future, my entire life, in front of my eyes like a very long road, and it was as if this ululation was reaching the ear from its most distant and shadowy edges. This is how my day began.

I fell to consider that the Flesh which is daily dish'd upon our Tables is but concocted grass, which is recarnified in our stomachs