Dive, Thoughts, Down To My Soul

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes.

Out, Damned Spot!

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

I Would Give You Some Violets

I would give you some violets but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end.

I heart compy’s macros.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia

Here’s the smell of blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little paw. Oh, oh, oh!