Apply the tale, and you shall find, How just it suits with human kind. Some faults we own; but can you guess? --Why, virtue's carried to excess, Wherewith our vanity endows us, Though neither foe nor friend allows us. ~ Jonathan Swift "The Beast's Confession"
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My name is unpronounceable in your language.  And I would teach you mine but I can see from here you would stop at the first personal pronoun.  You would learn it by heart and carry it everywhere between your teeth and your cheek. You would root up the green grass and keep it only for yourself.  Well you would, there's no mystery.  You think this is my first time at the rodeo? You would be no better off than yourself, but you will never see past your own self baptism to realize it.  You.  Can you be sure of understanding my language?  You are of one mind and I see no help for you.  You'll be who you are and a bull's a bull for a' that.

Sly Uses: Having my way with Ulysses
From Oxen of the Sun

Who bleached the false-messenger?
Try it. You may mention my name.

When does the sun rise next week?

—Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.

Why am I so surreal just now?
—We woke this morning at seven o’clock.

What is the true meaning of resurrection?
He toured the wide world with Hengler’s Royal Circus.

What time is it?
—A beautiful language. I mean for singing purposes.

If the brown cow ate black grass what color would his dung be?
—Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night’s lodging.

To whom was the package sent?
—A few broken biscuits were all the result of his investigation.

What name would you never screw?
—The fill the ear of a cow elephant.
What the hell are you doing with your life?
—I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder.

Who invests in vacation homes and makes lots of cash?
—Sounds are impostures, Stephen said after a pause of some little time, like names.

Why synthesize when you could analyze? 
—My little woman’s down there. She’s waiting for me, I know. For England, home and beauty.

What kind of cake would you die for?
--I seen a crocodile bite a fluke of an anchor same as I chew that quid.

Note: The second line of each couplet is taken from Ulysses ("Eumaeus" section).

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