Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.

the belted kingfisher

Aw seeched for him till th' singing wur o'er, an' aw fund aw met as weel give it up; so aw gan it up, an' made mi way eaut o'th' palace. But th' gooin' eaut wurno' like th' gooin' in. Aw'd bowted at th' wrung dur, and getten amung th' carriages; ...

It was big—and Babbitt respected bigness in anything; in mountains, jewels, muscles, wealth, or words.