Mr Torture sells pain / To the housewives in Spain / He knows just what they crave / Mr Torture

One humiliation had succeeded another—the false smiles of the market sellers, the curvetings and oglings of the barmaids with whom his father flirted, the compliments and encouraging words of his father's friends.

Musturbation makes us too sensitive to failure and I-can't-stand-it-itis makes even minor problems seem disastrous.

When Lincoln heard the news about the fall, All the folks thought he'd throw a great vict'ry ball, But he asked the band to play the song Dixie For you, Johnny Reb, and all that you believe.