There'd be no “Star-Spangled Banner,” no “America the Beautiful,” and no Elvis. If you don't stop the cuts in funding for music, that—that'd be esquivalience on your part.”

& þerfor godis wretħ on þame is sched, & rightwys venieans, with grete ferisnes of turmetis vmbelappyng. And therefore God's wrath on them is shed, and righteous vengeance, with great fierceness of torments umbelapping. A translation from Rolle’s De Incendio Amoris (c. 1340–1349) written in Latin.]

And on the off-chance you're in a Devil's Triangle (two dudes, one girl): NO, NO, NO, NO, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, IHATETHISIHATETHISNONONONONONONONO. I'm sorry.

And in his male spirit he felt himself hating her: hating her deeply, damnably.