, Bk.I, New York 2001, p.148: Melancholy, cold and dry, thick, black, and sour, […] is a bridle to the other two hot humours, blood and choler, preserving them in the blood, and nourishing the bones.

Or perhaps something darker—a raw hunger, a blind ambition wrapped in the gauzy language of service?

Load some shards in that pickle.

In many cultures, prayer involves singing.