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Sebastian is a guy from North by Northwest

    "For the glory of wealth and beauty is fleeting and perishible; that of intellectual power is illustrous and immortal." - Sallust
    Poet, Anarchist, Classicist

    "From reading too much,
    and sleeping too little,
    his brain dried up on him
    and he lost his judgment.

    - Miguel de Cervantes - Don Quixote

    Other stuff here Unless attributed, all words here: ©2007,2008,2009 (pseudonym)
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      Across a great and wasted land of empty dirt
          And sand that clung of dry and bitter taste in mouth
          And sun that had me baked beneath my bleached shirt
      I finally passed my struggle through this dreary drought
          Which after many perils there I finally saw
          Primeval forest's edge that I'd so thirstily sought
      Whose welcome morning dew at edge of leafy maw
          Revealed to me with slow and languid welcome grace
          It's furry denizen first to greet me. There by claw
      There hung! And so I cried "Oh Sloth! Allow me pass
          Oh Sloth! I would to know that one who is your mistress
          So fine! I've heard so much her wondrous legend was
      So fine! This wondering of I'd know in greatest gladness
          Whose eyes I've dreamt with Oh! So long! I'd finally see!"
          And then I paused, for Sloths I know do move with slowness.
      He hung there by his claws upon that welcome tree
          And with slow purpose passed to me his sleepy gaze
          While blinked there at me once, then twice, then finally three.
      That number done he slowly turned to me his face
          "Oh you! I know would wait and want what she reveals
          This forest covers her so sadly with such grace
      And many adventurers here that sought with vain appeals
          Could not achieve her friendship fey that they would know
          For to be worthy here her pain to you must feel!
      For these two qualities she has, the first of joy to show
          How life would dance before your eyes and make you glad
          Another then that marks the sadness 'neath her glow"
      I sat there, paused and thoughtful, placed with head on hand
          And thought of what this quandary could to me achieve
          And finally knew what mystery lay upon this land.
      For though those many that would try to her deceive
          I knew of how this forest played, and made me grieve
          That knew Her Truth and that, and that alone receive.

      - sebastian