They say that Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings,
Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you a king.
There's only one step down from here, baby, it's called the land of Permanent Bliss,
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
--Bob Dylan, "Sweetheart Like You"

The winds of Belief are blocked by the mountain. High in the Windshadow lives the Divine Salvia.
--Ahmet Ludi, "A Heretic's Handbook"