Mona's standing on her head in the middle of fiction and history. Between love and blood. And flood and true rue. 

                    if the flood comes it's because her lover knows the name of each god. As for goddesses and that shite she's no Homerite so she's bended the will of classic pastimes. What shite does the myth contain up its arse? Your shite! Cacapeepeepatalist!

Away with you then! cunt of sighs and complaint of wand.