William Blake

Since I've inflicted his madness on myself, I'm going to inflict him on you.

The shiny:

"...Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love

With intellectual spears; & by long winged arrows of thought."

The sexy:

"Embraces are Cominglings from the Head even to the Feet

And not a pompous High Priest entering by a Secret Place."

The silly:

"(I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.)"