I might be; but at least I ain’t a cheap one.
I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined.
They quote Byron and Shelley then jump on your belly and pop your balloons! Oy.
I should like to think that an irate Jehovah was pointing those arrows of lightning directly at my head. The unbowed head of George Gordon, Lord Byron. England’s greatest sinner. But I cannot flatter myself to that extent. Possibly those thunders are for our dear Shelley. Heavens applause for England’s greatest poet.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!.. of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man?
Come tomorrow, you are dead broke. It’s all over. You don’t even have a job playing baseball anymore. And what do you do? You throw a party with last thirty-eight thousand!
People don’t start playing ball at your age, they retire!
There’s no crying in baseball!
Just a reminder, fans, comin’ up is our “Die-hard Night” here at the stadium. Free admission to anyone who was actually alive the last time the Indians won a pennant.
Hey, Yankees… you can take your apology and your trophy and shove 'em straight up your ass!
I’m a horrible person. You have every right to hate me. You should hate me. I want you to hate me! I insist that you hate me! I’m scum, I’m garbage, I’m vermin, and I’m sorry.
You’re a monster!
I know you are, but what am I?
I. Am. Iron Man.
Keep on riding me and they’re going to be picking iron out of your liver.
I ate his liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti.
[Belch!!] Better out than in, I always say.
But that’s no way to behave in front of a Princess!
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers!
Would you pull that crap with Annette?