There once was a man from Hangtown Who’d greet you with a scowl and a frown A headbutt to the face That felt just like a mace And leave you bleeding out there on the ground.
I have seen landscapes,which, under a particular light, made me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge. Nature has that in her which compels us to invent giants: and only giants will do. --C.S. Lewis