

Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav’n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light?
[…]
Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor





You’re looking for drugs and suddenly there’s spiders everywhere. You’d think that only happens to junkies.
Actually, is it ever spiders or just always bugs? Anyway…
Aaaargh! They’re under my skin! [sound of skin being scratches bloody] Argh! AAAAARGH!