But soft, what crash in yonder window breaks? It breaks the night. The dark black night as everlasting and as inconstant as the good knight himself. Oh, nurse! Get thy own self to a nunnery for your body is so distant and we are so sexist. And as if it were part of the times to speak in metaphors and rhymes I rode on each and every a*s until that time did pass that which I should run out of gas. Yet with cats tail whips and similar quips for your hips and dips tips of the hat. The Cat in the Hat, oh to be beaten the whip of his own name that his tail may become his nightmare, and like wise like dumb let ignorance pass as they pass the beer in AA. Oh, for such sweet bitterness of thine own hips for, like Christ, I came on an a*s.