What is a man, but a bundle of sensations, a machine that answers the questions daily put to it. The brain is more than a mere machine. His Venus was too ethereal to bleed even the thinnest celestial ichor.
Blood is a peculiar sort of juice.
A bird in the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter. Words are nothing but air vibrations. Search Web site created by Andre Vandal in Montreal, Quebec on an Apple iMac.