Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if tho >>
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. >>
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth... >>
The ultimate umpire of all things in life is -- fact. >>
Facts can't be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by >>
Now, what I want is, facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Fac >>
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, Where? What? and turn away.