The first year of the Saturn return is filled with the ambivalence of whether one really wants to grow up or not.

, Folio Society, 2006, vol.1, p.95: I have my lodging neere unto a tower, where both evening and morning a very great bell doth chime Ave marie and Cover-few, which jangling doth even make the tower to shake […].

Jorts are confusing. Do you want to wear jeans or shorts? Our guess is that what you're really saying is that you'd like to wear a longish, slouchy pair of shorts and not look too buttoned-up.

And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.