時間があれば、加えてゆきます。 Ill put some more when I have time.
So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow――though I hadn't done anything. But that's always the way; it don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn't know no more than a person's conscience does, I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a person's insides, and yet ain't no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.
(Adventure s of HuckleberryFinn, Chapter XXXIII Samuel L. Clemens)
The word is harm. Love isnt what these asshole poets like Mckuen want you to think it is. Love has teeth; they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words, can be close these lovebites. It's the other way around, that's the joke. If those wounds dry up, the words die with them. Take it from me. I've made my life from the words, and I know that is so.