Do you think it would be strange to find a large mouth beneath a cliff? Yes. Very.

The [child] laid for [days] beneath the [cliff], the air thick with its cries.

Though the room contained but [few] [eyes], their focus was entirely on her.

As I look back on the [few] exquisite hours of my life, they were always spent in the company of [women].

(sniff sniff) What's that smell? It's my [stinking] [mouth]. Jesus.

The desire to see [oneself] writ [large] upon the pages of history leads to nowhere but the stinking grave. Been reading Macbeth again?

Four hungry [mouths] surround the [table]. Four bowls of soup, but not one utensil. This is what lies in store for you unless you change your ways.