There’s a pen and ink drawing of a British Soldierin the throes of tetnus. It’s a graphic picture of a terrible disease. I try to get my booster occasionally just to be safe. This stuff is nothing to mess with.
‘Get yourself a ticket on a common mans train of thought.’ I would rather get a ticket on a train that proclaims truth. “Common men” are nothing more than that, so are rich men, poor men, and stupid men. “Thought” does not dictate or proffer anything but itself.