Every man worth the name br has a yellow snake in his soul, br seated as on a throne, saying br if he cries: ‘I want to!’: ‘No!’ br Lock eyes with the fixed gaze br of Nixies or Satyresses, says br the Tooth: ‘Think of your duty!’ br Make children, or plant trees, br polish verses, or marble frieze, br the Tooth says: ‘Tonight, where will you be?’ br Whatever he likes to consider br there’s never a moment passing br a man can’t hear the warning br of that insufferable Viper.