Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
My father once said, 'If you're in the desert and you're dying of thirst, are you going to drink a glass of blood or are you going to drink a glass of water?' I think what he was trying to say, interesting coming from my blood father, is sometimes there are people in your family that can be toxic.
Gentle reader, the Fountain of Youth is radioactive, and those who imbibe its poisonous heavy waters will suffer the hideous fate of decaying metal. Yet almost without exception, the wretched idiot inhabitants of our benighted planet would gulp down this radioactive excrement if it were offered.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
People get bent out of shape about the fact that when I was a kid, you could not drink out of certain water fountains. Well, the water was the same.
Unending was the stream, unending the misery, unending the sorrow.
Because these kids get away from their parents, and they binge drink until they are sick. Dozens of them are going to the hospital, and some of them dying. This is a problem, a big problem that needs to be addressed, and we need accurate information.
The compulsion of fate is bitter.
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.