first of all let em explain, see, this picture's gesture is not diected at you. second, I hate this picture. thirdly, I assume no-one will believe me. and last but not least, I hope you enjoy.

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now, enough of that self indulgent drivel, and on to the real stuff!
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Wrath touches ev'n the Gods; the Queen of Night,
Fir'd with disdain, and jealous of her right,
Unhonour'd though I am, at least, said she,
Not unreveng'd that impious act shall be.
Swift as the word, she sped the boar away,
With charge on those devoted fields to prey.
No larger bulls th' Aegyptian pastures feed,
And none so large Sicilian meadows breed:
His eye-balls glare with fire suffus'd with blood;
His neck shoots up a thick-set thorny wood;
His bristled back a trench impal'd appears,
And stands erected, like a field of spears;