No, Keats. Thank you, Milton. Your heaven cost too much for this almost-devil. Shakespeare's in trouble: paradise is an allegory for older English. King Fear is my companion, on a walk to nowhere, circled back, and painted in colors that popular critical analysts object: too confusing. Complete your sentence. Carry the one. Divide by zero to have any fun. Creative streaks are borne on duck wings, the shorter the flaps more swimmingly sings.