->So then I went to Liverpool,¬
->and got held up outside a¬
->nightclub by two merchant¬
->seamen who said:¬
->"give us your money or give¬
->us your trousers."¬
->And as I handed them my¬
->(Well, you've got to make the ¬
->Most of Life, haven't you?)¬
-->'''[[TheSmiths Morrissey]]'''¬
-->''August/Winter Eighty-hate. ''¬
->Oh ye who go about saying unto each other, "Hello, sailor!":\\¬
Dost thou know the magnitude of thy sin before the gods?¬
-->'''Zork I'''¬