maybe it's a middle-class

british hang up, but I prefer the abstract concept of incoherence in the face of great feeling to beautiful, full sentences that convey little emotion

the king of limbs

excited excited exciting

the attempt to impose

upon man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen

write it all down

just the truth, no rhymes, no embellishments, no adjectives