off my back and under foot I’ll call the wild when needed anima[l] fire in ash and soot a call best left unheeded provoke at greatest peril wench and devil’s herald from peace and patience eternal nasence song of war she carols
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal