And right well doth man love to bruise and batter all occiputs in his vicinity; he but follows his instincts; he is but one member of a fighting world.

Spiders, vixens, and tigers all war with a relish; and on every side is heard the howls of hyenas, the throttlings of mastiffs, the din of belligerant beetles, the buzzing warfare of the insect battalions: and the shrill cries of lady Tartars rending their lords.

And all this existeth of necessity.

To war it is, and other depopulators, that we are beholden for elbow-room in Mardi and for all our parks an gardens, wherein we are wont to expatiate.
Come on, then, plague, war, famine and viragos! Come on, I say, for who shall stay ye?
Come on, and healthfulize the census! And more especially, oh War! do thou march forth with thy bludgeon! Cracked are, our crowns by nature, and henceforth forever, cracked shall they be by hard raps." "And hopelessly cracked the skull, that hatched such a tirade of nonsense," said Mohi.
"And think you not, old Bardianna knew that ?" asked Babbalanja.

"He wrote an excellent chapter on that very subject." "What, on the cracks in his own pate ?" "Precisely.