“When you behold an aspect for whose constant gloom and frown you cannot account, whose unvarying cloud exasperates you by its apparent causelessness, be sure that there is a canker somewhere, and a canker not the less deeply corroding because concealed.”
“You're an obnoxious canker-blossom. Go ooze somewhere else.”
“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!”
“yr/ humanity counterfeityr/ liberty cankered with simulation”
“Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!”
“An inspired and infallible passage whose meaning you cannot be sure of is not much more useful than an uninspired, fallible passage.”