You caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters.
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun...

I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.

- Messes of Men.