“A SWEET disorder in the dressKindles in clothes a wantonness :A lawn about the shoulders thrownInto a fine distraction :An erring lace which here and thereEnthrals the crimson stomacher :A cuff neglectful, and therebyRibbons to flow confusedly :A winning wave (deserving note)In the tempestuous petticoat :A careless shoe-string, in whose tieI see a wild civility :Do more bewitch me than when artIs too precise in every part.”

“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.”

“Discipline is all about the imposition of control-the belief that, by following a precise regime and avoiding distractions, you can somehow keep the disorder of life at bay.”

“For indeed, what is more dire than the evils which today afflict the world? What is more terrible for the discerning than the unfolding events? What is more pitiable and frightening for those who endure them? To see a barbarous people of the desert overrunning another's lands as though they were their own; to see civilization itself being ravaged by wild and untamed beasts whose form alone is human.”

“Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands.Curtsied when you have and kissedThe wild waves whist,Foot is featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.”

“But Mithgar . . . Mithgar is yet wild, tempestuous, unkept, savage, turbulent, exciting. We come here to feel alive.”