(Precocious children rarely grow up good). My aunts and uncles thought me quite atrocious. For using words more adult than I should - W. H. Auden

We are, for all our polish, of little
stature, and, as human lives,
compared with authentic martyrs,
of no account.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

They never forgot That even the most dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.