The most fetid and poisonous smells everywhere prevailed; and by the aid of that ghastly light which, even at midnight, never fails to emanate from a vapory and pestilential atmosphere, might be discerned lying in the by-paths and alleys, or rotting in the windowless habitations, the carcass of many a nocturnal plunderer arrested by the hand of the plague in the very perpetration of his robbery.

But I see your true colors / Shining through / I see your true colors / And that's why I love you / So don't be afraid to let them show

He worried Ground Control might think he'd gone space-happy, like Titov.

non-con CT