He views the iron-studded doors, / The vaulted roof, and corridors, / And turrets through whose pierced walls / Machiolate, the weight might fall / Of scalding streams of molten lead / Upon besiegers' fated head.

The show Dismissed was one of my favorites, because I like to see people get clowned.

Message and method merge, centauresque, to assist him.

Tragedy acts then like a laxative […] or an aperient […] to douche our systems of humors and emotions that unbalance the soul, so that we may return to the virtuous golden mean, to homeostatic equilibrium.