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“La femme est un délicieux instrument de plaisir, mais il faut en connaître les frémissantes cordes, en étudier la prose, le clavier timide, le doigté changeant et capricieux.”

—Honoré de Balzac

Knower of stuff

Fixer of things (but don't expect me to fix you; I have my life in a shoebox)

Buckets of rain, buckets of tears,

got all them buckets comin out of my ears

Buckets of moonbeams in my head

Conquering stuff (mostly my own faults . . . and I seem to be pretty bad at that)

Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night

Them that don't know him, won't like him

Them that do won't know how to take him

He ain't wrong, he's just different

But his pride won't him do thing to make you think he's right

. . . Indessen dünket mir öfters

Besser zu schlafen, wie so ohne Genossen zu sein,

So zu harren und was zu tun indes und zu sagen,

Weiß ich nicht und wozu Dichter in dürftiger Zeit?

--Friedrich Hölderlin, “Brot und Wein”

Well, I went home with the waitress, the way I always do

How was I to know she was with the Russians too? (W. Zevon)