And because my teeth don't bite, I can take them out dancing I can take my little teeth out and show them a real good time

Each strand of her hair Is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue Is always occupied By the milk of the sun

Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow. Maybe that spider knows something i don't know, 'cause i'm goddamn cold.

And hey there little sexy pig, you made it with a man And now you've got a little kid with hooves instead of hands.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness. (p. 279)

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.