[…] I'm floundering at sloppy deliberation in the choice of every new word, and thus damned up in my soul is left to rot. The limit of my foremind to tap and drain onto paper any flow from my residue of self-saturated thoughts is usually half a page at any one sitting.

We are living at a time when youthful attitudes toward casual sexual encounters and pliable sexual boundaries have spawned a whole new vocabulary of sexuality (pansexual, ambisexual, polysexual, and heteroflexible, according to a

King Richard II: What must the king do now? must he submit? […] What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.

In any big outfit, including this one, you're going to get some bitchers and some moaners.