No time to stand beneath the boughs,
No time to see, when woods we pass,
No time to see, in broad daylight,
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
No time to wait till her mouth can
A poor life this if, full of care,
of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !