Over the next two years he finished two paintings and a drawing that referred to Hart Crane, the American poet who jumped off a ship in midsea and drowned.

Such a doctrine would be orthodox and proper to the great creative ages: which we might hurry back, indeed, by a return to generous conceptions, casting off the niggardry of current theories.

So, here's my plan: I'm reasonably confident I can forgo the butts and the hard stuff for the rest of my days; there will always be heaven, after all, in which to smoke an infinity of Marlboro Reds while slurping my googolplexth Grey Goose martini.

She is sitting in the great hall even now to do justice upon those who would have smitten thee and the Lion.