I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling. I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We then lived roses; I had fooled despair And boxed him up and flogged his retinue,... Made strong by cheeks and lips! I sucked in dew, And dragged the world, a weakling, by the hair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »