“How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.” MenWantCountryCuttingBloodCourtSlaveDearSelfishThroatHoneyBeesToilIndustriousFawns Book:The Orphan, Or, The Unhappy-marriage: A Tragedy, as it is Acted at His Royal Highness the Duke's Theatre Source: The Orphan, Or, The Unhappy-marriage: A Tragedy, as it is Acted at His Royal Highness the Duke's Theatre
“All has changed, thanks to Joe Eszterhas' life-threatening battle with throat cancer. He announced in "The New York Times" that he and Hollywood had blood on their hands and now Eszterhas is crusading to stop Hollywood's glamorization of smoking.” HandsBloodNew YorkChangedBattleHollywoodCancerThanksSmokingThroatThreateningNew York TimesThroat Cancer Author:Joe Eszterhas
“But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float towards his end. He sees it quite clearly, and it fills him with (the word will not go away) despair. The blood of life is leaving his body and despair is taking its place, despair that is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.” KnowsHas BeensEndsMomentsBodyCareLife IsPleasureBloodDespairLeavingBreatheCeaseStreamsRelaxGasGoing AwayThroatSteelLeafsBreezeLimbsFloatsNourishment Author:J. M. Coetzee