An Excerpt from "Venus and The Motley Fool"

"At the feet off a colossal Venus . . . one of those so-called fools . . . raises his tear-filled eyes toward the immortal Goddess.

And his eyes say: 'I am the least and the loneliest of men, deprived of love and friendship, wherein I am inferior even to the lowest animals. Yet I, too, am made to understand and to feel immortal Beauty! Ah! Goddess! take pity on my fever and my pain!'

But the implacable Goddess with her marble eyes continues to gaze into the distance, at I know not what."

-- Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen