What, after all, is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time. It has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.
The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate.