A. E. HOUSMAN cytaty
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.