“Lord of the Muck.”
“Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.”
“You can rake the muck this way, rake the muck that way-- it will always be muck. Have I sinned or have I not sinned? In the time I am brooding over it, I could be stringing pearls for the delight of Heaven”
“When you're in the muck you can only see muck. If you somehow manage to float above it, you still see the muck but you see it from a different perspective. And you see other things too. That's the consolation of philosophy.”
“Its a muck hole not a fuck hole!”
“This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.”