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Pete, come over here and tell me what this Latin says, if it's Latin. Why, why four? The sake of that order. Because I want to know a jacket means what it looks like. And because I said so, that's what four because I said so. Because you're driving me bad. Excuse me, this is a difficult bit. If you want a difficult, you just keep right on the plane. I swear I'll come over and put my foot through you. No! It's the universal language day, it's music. Music by universal language, torture! There. Another one.

Bolton's bright and beautiful. It doesn't mean you didn't put it down. Creature's great and slow. What else is me, buddy boy? I couldn't miss it. All things wise and wonderful. Come and get it. What is it, soup? Straw. I never could digest it. How's the leg feel matters? All right. I wouldn't be odd saying anything about one leg. I wouldn't say about the offer.

Where'd you get it, John? He had it for me birthday. Very nice, isn't it? Five toes, Scott. The mean where was the fighting you, wit? Down the road. My uncle George had a something wooden leg. Had it with him, I'm enough for years. When he gave up the world, it got out into washouts. Anybody saw what it's going to be like? Suppose we have to stay here for months or years. That's the best they could do. You heard the Towsard comment out. All more buildings glow up on the sky. No place like home now. You'll feel good and kind to prisoners. Keep our sun, keep

our prey. Keep up the grass. No, it's a festering idea for a prison. You have to think twice every time you think. And please, what you think is a bit on the dubious side. It's all this smell of cooped up angels where he's made. What else? Not my mother's angels, dumb clock. God's angels. Oh, yes, damn. Where are worse fog to them, I shouldn't wonder. We should just have to make allowances. Oh, great pardon. I'm talking to no complaints, Pete. Arrangements perfect. Get you any pretty vessels in this room. Trick to hell. Note his early perpendicular language. Ecclesiastical entrance. See this? They put us in an English Bible. There's careful nannies for you. And these were the sons of Caleb, the son of her. The first born of E Frittal. Shobal, the father of Keirjoth Jirum.

Salma, the father of Bethlehem. Harass the father of Beth Gauder. And Shobal, the father of Keirjoth Jirum had sons. Haroa, and half of the Menea fights. Interesting, isn't it? Stop it, Pete. And these were the sons of David, which were born unto him and he brought. The first born, I'm not a way, no one, the Jezre lights. The second, Daniel of Abigail, the Carmelites. The third, Absalom, the son of Makaf, daughter of Talmai, King of Ghashir. The fourth, Adonija, the son of Haggith. The fifth, Sheffatia of Abital. The sixth, Ithbraydam. By Eglah, his wife. Don't all right, Archie, David. So I didn't Sunday school. You know what Absalom said to the tree? You're getting in my hair. And that's what I mean. So shout out. Pick up. Shout out, we are. Don't mind me. I make

myself at home. Now all I've got to do is try to poke it. Watch yourself, Pete. We've got years of this. Beware, he makes himself at home. Whirl blows up this peat and a festering bomb hole that can come to tea. Well, I've had it a week after a week till I'm sick. Now let's mind what happens to anybody. Now let's object to anything. Let's give the Dirty Towsers a cigarette. There's nothing on earth who's getting warmed up about. Doesn't matter who's on top, just make yourself at home. Character, private, Peter Abel. Not so far out at that. What we're in for, we've got to be in for, and know just what it is. Have some common sense, Pete. You're looking for trouble. Go ahead and have it in the vestry. How can I help it if I can't work myself up about the way things go? It's a mystery to me. We've had all this before. For God's sake, be reasonable, Dave. Perhaps I was meant to be a bishop. Dearly beloved brothers, in a general mock -up. Towsies included. What do you think we're stuck in here for? Locked in like lunatics. Just for a nice

new experience with, with nice new friends, with nice new rifles to look after us. We're at war with them, aren't we? And if we are there, no blame on you. We have here on my right an example of the best -yield passions that be said mankind. Hey, Dave, you don't belong to the Dave. I said come on. You want a laugh? I'll see you never laugh again. Go on laughing at this. You don't get your hands away. For sure, never I don't... You want more? You? Over. Oh.

You all right, Peter? I think so, Quarfe. I'm not properly reassembled yet. There's a bit of a round. But I think I had that before. I see the world in you very well. It isn't your meaning. But you're a clumsy, wall -eyed bulldozer. You don't know what you're hitting. Well, of course. Neither do I, come to that. Dave, better damp down that filthy balcony or let me know what? Oh, I... Lord, I don't know. It's who we have been to be. I suppose I better hit him back sometime, otherwise. You'll go mad trying to make me see daylight. I don't know.

I tell you my difficulty, Quarfe. I never seem to remember I ought to be fighting until I'm practically dead. So do I. I'm so interested. Very worrying for Dave. You're all in, Peter. Say, fall out and watch me fall. All right, come on. Put you to bed. What's the matter, Pete? Come on. What's the matter, Pete? The best thing for you to do is to keep out of it. Dog tired, that's all. Come to taking orders. Dog caught it too tight. I'll see to him. Yeah, I've seen you see to him. Why don't you get back on your bed? Look, I've never killed him yet on a pallahit. That's right. I couldn't have expressed it better myself.

Talk about that tomorrow. Shoot him all right. Beautiful. Why don't you do some slaughter and sometimes why do you always leave it to me? You've got no blood. You can heat up or something. I didn't hurt you, did I? How do you feel? Beautiful. The world's got to have us. Things go wrong. We've got to finish the dirty trousers. It's been a festering day and I'm stinkin' tired of. See you tomorrow. I sometimes feel a bit like Dave, myself, about Pete.

You have to tell him there's a war on. Sometimes I think caught wrong. If it wasn't for the words, I should be very given to talk him. There's things to be said that would surprise us if ever we said them. Don't give us any more surprises for Gaunt's sake. Things that would surprise us. Like the size of that blister. Well, even bigger. Good night, Corporal. Good night, boy. I'm old enough to be your father. I thought you might be. How'd you get put in on this?

I thought I would. I got in under the fence. Not a soul at the war of this had noticed me pee and born. My only and my mother's word for it, myself. And even she didn't know whether it was Monday, Washington Day or Thursday, baking day. She only knew I made it into an awkward. You're glad you came? Ah, well, no. Glad, yes. I'm sorry, yes, and so is that. I even remember when it came over me. I was dunging a marrow bed. Tim, I said to me, because being a widower I do the old ladies talking for us since she felt silent. Tim, I said, you're in the way to

curse. Thinking of the enemy. So is that. Ah, and I cursed upon about. But I cursed and never made anything for a man yet. So, having had the pleasure of it, they came along to give a hand. But there's strange divisions in us and an all men, one side or the other. When I'm not too good, I hear myself talking away like Tim Melo's member of Parliament to the other end of my head. Sounds all right. I'd like to know what I say. I'd be interested. Well, I shouldn't worry. I'm going to have a last look at Pete. Good night, boy. Yes,

hope so. Good night. How long have we been here for? A million years. So you better get to like it. Give us classic and surplus, Bill, tomorrow, Bill. Okay. Wash your feet. House, Pete, sweet. That couldn't be more if he died. What do you mean? I mean, he's breathing with an easy conscience.

Why don't you get to it yourself as tomorrow to come according to orders. Good night, King of Israel. I'll go and discard yourself. Good night, couple, Joseph Adams. Who's that fallen out? How many men? How many? I

said only one. One was enough. No, no, no. I didn't ask to be caught. No one else prepared to spell the words. Spell foul. Be all you and me. It's all that dumb. Oh, no, no, that dumb. Out of foul. No one said fall out. What time did you go to bed? Sorrow, Adam. Streamless or wrong?

Adam, Adam. Stand is in there. Reporting for duty, sir. As you were, Adam. No chance of that now, sir. As you were. As you were lost all track of it now, sir. How far back was it, Adam? Download. Too dark to see. Why you alone? A woman with me, sir. I said let there be love. And there wasn't enough light, you say. We could see our own shapes while enough. But not the road. The road kept

dividing every other song. Makes it long. We expected nothing like it, sir. It equipped and naked as the day. It was all over. And the world was honest before we had time to take cover. Stand at peace, Adam. Do stand at peace. There's none of that now, sir. Come from Adam. Sir, you have shown spirit. I thank you, sir. Excuse me, sir. There's some talk about future. I've had no instructions. Is

there any immediate anxiety of that? How far can we fall back, sir? Have you lost something? Yes, Kate. Yes, I have. Have you fell in your pockets? Yes. And by searchlight all along the grass, for God knows howling. Not a sign. Not a sign, boy. Not a ghost. Well, the last remember losing. I knew it was mine. As soon as I knew it was mine, I felt I was the only one who didn't know the host. Prove her over with the old man. Allow me to make the introductions. God, man, man, God. I wish it could be so easy. Side, side, side.

And the hot sun will bring your heart again, if you don't know how to behave. You're pretty much like Newton. Let me remind you, we're first of all men, and complain afterwards. Able. Able. Black headed Peter, come down off those mountains. Those bleeding sheep can look after themselves. Come on down. What for? Because I said so. I overlooked the time. Is it day or night? Well, you don't deserve to inherit the earth. Am I supposed to carry the place all along? Where were you carried? Where do you think you're going to take it to? This prolific indifference. Show me an ending great enough to hold the passion of this beginning, and raise me to it. Day and night, the sun and moon spirit us. We wonder where. Meanwhile, here we are. We lean our lives expecting purpose to keep our date.

Get cold waiting. Watch the overworlds come and go. Question the need to stay, but do. In an obstinate anticipation of love. Ah, love me. It's a long misuse of breath for boys like us. When do we start? When you suffering God's bodies come to your senses. What you'll do is lose us life all together. Oh, Anthony, the animals came. Thank God as he was meant to be. A huskier strapping with all his passions about him. The world will know him well. Momentous doings over the hill for the earth than us. What the hell else do you want? The justification. Ah, bulls and bears to that. The words too long to be lived. Now, just if. Just if. Is as far as ever you'll see. What's man be? Compense. End

full. That's modest enough. What an occupation for eternity. Sky is hollow. Filled as far as forever with rolling light. Place without limit. Time without pity. And did you say all for the sake of our good condition? All for our two -footed prosperity? Well, we should prosper considering the torment squandered on our prospering. From squid to eagle, the ravening is on. We are all pain -fellows. But nothing you dismay, man, is to prosper. Other lives for bear to blame me. Great and small forgive me if to your various agonies. My light should seem hardly enough to be the cause of the ponderable shadow. Who do you think you are so angel -sick? Being warns us to be master. Pain prefers us and draws us up. Water into the sun or the brooding clouds of us. All right.

We'll put it to the high end, mate. Play your dice to see whose favorite. What's he to do with winning? Play your dice. You're not so sure yourself I notice. I'll play you. Throw for first throw. Now creation be true to creatures. Look, sir. My sons are playing. How silent the spectators are. World, air and water. Eyes bright tension halts. Still as a bone from here to see. King. Cain's your man. He goes in the mold of passion as you made him. He can walk this broken earth as easily as I and Eve. The ivory light of Eden. I recommend him. The other boy frets for what never came his way. We'll never reconcile as to our exile. Look, sir. My sons are playing. Sir, let the future plume itself not suffer. How's that for a nest of singing birds? Cain, sweats,

cane, gleams. Now do you see him? He gives his body to the game. Sir, he's your own making and has no complaints. Now what? Blame him he got in heaven. Ah. Numbers be true to nature. Deal me high. Six stars come into my sky. Chat. Blame. Blame. What's holding me back? I'm strong -handed. What is frozen my fist so it can't hatch the damn dice out. Deal me high. Deal me low. Make my deeds my nameless needs. I know I do not know. But that brings me home. Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me. I was frustrated into breath. Why am I doubted now? Fleece is my birthplace. Why shouldn't I speak the tongue? What's the disguise, huh?

Who's the lurcher first that joys us tend to songs us? Keep me clean of God. Creations, look at. Steady steady steady. You raise the world. You bet your roots I will. I'll know what game of hide and seek this is. Half and half my Petering brother says. Nothing I've either ended up the limbo. I know I do not know he says. So any lion can be. And any ass, any caca too. And all the available loering voices up and down can live their lives. And welcome. Well, I go pestered and wandering down hill. Like I have put angels back to the back of a mule. Thanks. Well, be as the flesh was first presumed. K was a game between us, K. Your face swell weighted. You thought you could trick the life out of me. We'll see about that.

You think you're better than you're created? I saw the smiles that went between you and the top there. I know your game. Look helpless. Let him see your lost. Make him amiable to think he made more strings than you really thought he did. Get out of time, will you? Get out of time! Okay, drop those hands. Sir. I become the both of my reach. I have to separate them. Leave me now. You have with us. You hear me? Leave me alone! Stay! Leave me alone! You spread the eagle me up! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh, Eve! What love was there between us? Eve, what gentle thing our son, so harmless, can hang the world with blood? Love? What trouble me? Lord, dead! How ceaseless the world is! How it goes on! Nothing's happened! But silence, where sound was, stillness, where movement was. Nothing's happened, but the future is like a

great pit. My heart breaks! Quiet as petals falling one by one. But this is the drift of anger that you forever! Let's cope. There will be no more uncertainty. No more half and half. No more doubt. No more betrayal. Trouble me! Eve! Eve! Where is your brother?

How should I know? Am I his keeper? Where is keeping? Keeps someone world the time we love. I have two sons. And where is one? And where will now the other be? I am a father unequipped to save. When I was young, the trees of love forgave me. That was all. But now they say, the days are such simple forgiveness I've done. All Joe Adam. All sin and both. In, I hear your brother's blood trying to me from the ground. Say hello. He is silent.

All the crying is mine. What? What? He is up to you. But shall I do what you have done? It does it to you. No where left. Take the burden from your family. Oh! You call of me. No bad thing. No bad escape the fear of what men fear you. Every man's hand will be against you. But never touch with the witness. Run!

The pain. The punishment is more than I can bear. I loved life with a good rage you gave me. How much better did I will do? He set up his heart against your government of flesh? How was I expected to guess that? Why am you didn't want? God. God. God, become. Watches me exercise in the air and all. Good neighbor, what has gone. The two faced Peter makes me fly. Poor game. Damn game. Or God and all men hunt them. They

shall never kill you. That was a big word. Now it is coming. That's so small. My enemies can do it between two jobs. Pain's alive. Pain's dead. We carry the bottom field. Killings like work and canes easily dead. Your head down. Cross at the double the busts of open day between the knights. My word is. Bring him in alive. Can you feel it to carve up your body? God's in heaven.

The dragon. You're tearing me out of my life still living. This can't last on flesh forever. God let me sleep. Let me sleep. God let me sleep. God. God let me sleep. And here you boys awake. Take so better, get a new stool. Sleep in an aluminum grid church. Now you're doing it.

I can't rest easy for the night of May. Sleep in an aluminum grid church. How many drafts are sifting under the doors? And breathe in. Da Vey and T. Breathe in. Da Vey and T. I don't

have to stay here, I am a king. But you, David, you awake, David, and dream, dream in him. This is no place for lying awake, and every man is asleep, awake in man's lost one. Dream, go by, son. I am king of Israel, they told me so, and I am doing all right, but who is there to trust?

There are so many fools, fools and all around my throne. Loved and alone, David keeps the earth, and nothing kills them. Do you think I care? Who's that man down there in the dark alleyway making mischief? Do you think I care? There's a man in the dark alleyway making mischief, you see that shadow shift, there's a bellian ribs, there's a man Joe Ab, who shadows me, he looks against my evening temper dangerous. I think you know already, he's got to be named, which of us does it? He's your own son, Absalom. No, I'm right, Major, it's the needs with me. He was boy enough, why does he look like a thief? Because he steals your good, he steals your strength, he riddles your world until it stinks, he plays away all you labor and suffer to hold against the enemy. The world's back is bent and heavily burdened, and as he thinks he can leapfrog over, Absalom. Absalom, why do you play the fool against me? You're and your enemies, everlastingly thinking of enemies.

Open up, your enemies are friends of mine. They gather against our safety, they make trash of what is precious to us. Absalom, come here, I want to speak to you. Do you think I care? If you let him run, you'll make disasters certain. Absalom, come alive, living his caring, hell is making straight towards us. Beloved! All who pipe your breath under the salt of almond moon, hell is in my father's head, making straight towards him. Please, forget it. He sees the scarlet shoots of spring and things are blood. He sees the air streaming with imagined hordes and conjures them to come. But you and I know that we can turn away, and everything will turn into itself again. What's a little evil here and there among friends, shake hands on it, shake hands, shake hands. Have a cigarette and make yourselves at home. Shall we say what we think of the king of Israel? Don't do it to me, don't make the black light shake me, Peter! It shouldn't be like an earthquake because I

can't find the words which might put the fear of man into you. Understand, the indecisions have to be decided who's against us, reached to God. Where is your hand? The ordinary human, Absalom. Appeals no use, King. He has a foiling heart, the sharp world glances off, and so he's dangerous. I think so too. Who can put eyes into his head? Who'll do it, H .O .A .P? We must show him this word, terse world, means business. Don't we, Corporal? Don't we? He has to be instructed. Make a soldier of him. Make him fit for conflict as the stars and stags are. He belongs to no element now. We must have him on our side. Don't we, Corporal? Show him the way, Joe Adams. Get on prey! What's the mugs? I'll sing you, Absalom, if you don't get moving. I'll see you singing where

you'll have an ant. Swear up! What's this? Swear up, I said. Where do we go from here? It's unarmed combat. It's how your naked body makes them die. It's old, hey, presto death. You learned a trick in death's the rabbit out of the hat, rolling oblivion for someone. You have to know how to get rid of the rats of the world, the roberture neck. Come on! What's this nightmare you're dragging me into? Humanity is come on. I know nothing about it. Life's all right with me. Say that when it comes. Where is he going to? He carries no light with him. Does he know the river

is unbound? It's up above every known flood markance to rising. I'm on the other side of the river, staying with friends, wherever they are. Showery still, but I managed to get out. The window marked with a cross is where I sleep. Just off to a picnic with your enemies. They're not bad fellows once you get to know them. They've heard from my son. What's his news? He's with the enemy. He betrays us, Joe Abbey, has to be counted with them. Are we ready? Only waiting for the word. We attack it. Only hoping for the time. Good luck. What's the matter, Peter? Peter, are you all right?

Peter, are you awake? An assenda, Martha? Can't you sleep, Peter? I thought I heard somebody shout. Woke me up. Nobody's shouted. I've been lying awake. There's calm midnight. There's a holland wind outside. There's ducks and ducks with a flat moon. Just see it through this window. Flips across the clouds and then goes under. I wish I could run my editing some sleep. And still then it's big for life when your eyes open. You could brush

me off. For no one I think you're dusting. Who's got a key in the crypt? Ah, thanks for waking. Bring the population up to two. You're a silent, sharp, dev. You want back to sleep again already? Back into the sea like a slip of a seal. And you are my high and dry. Woke. Woke. Woke. Woke those drifts and

far out. How much of them is left? Oh Lord, man, go to sleep. Stop worrying. It's not the end. Joab, is that you? What have you been back? The victory. Are you sure it's the victory Joab? Are we ever sure it's the victory? So many times we've come back Joab with something else. I want to be sure at last. I want to know what you mean by victory. Is it something else to me? Why are you looking there? There's nothing that way. It took over here. There's something along the road starting the dust. He wants to reach us. Why is that?

So you're going to walk away? I've done my best. I can't be held responsible for everything. No, leave me to him. Stay in my dead feet. The enemy has been put to flight. Good night, you king of Israel. Faith to a sweat. White with dust. Call him here. Come up. I am the king. I will wait patiently till your voice gets back breathed enough to hit me with. I am here waiting. Where are you off to, David? Get you back to bed. Dream has got you prisoner, David. Like the world has got us all. Don't let it take you in. Come here with dusty fellow with the news. Come

here. It's the fighting over. Or unconditionally. Night down, boy. It's all over. Forget it. Is the young man absolutely safe? Light down, boy. Everybody's asleep. The boy's dead. Your mind is well -be -told. I say the boy's dead. Not so, but us. Nothing's to learn. Except the next days in us makes a difficult sort of lie and end. Here. Let us cover you up.

Keep the day out of us. Now find something better to sleep about. Give your living after rest. You hear me, Dave? Don't where you are. If you don't mind, while I'm here, I'll borrow some of that sleep. You've got enough for two. Oh, medicine.

What's worrying you? Dave was. He couldn't let go of the day. He'd get in up and walk in his sleep. Is he all right now? Seems running smoother. Is that him talking? Mutters in monkeys love us. Is he the other one now? Peter's at it. Do I have to follow you? You don't have to hear it. You get your ear from the blanket. That's where I'm going. Good night, boy. Oh, so. It's a chopper crossing where I've instilled no cost of daylight yet for miles. Oh.

Why did you call me? I'm contented here. They say I'm in a prison. Morning comes to a prison like a nurse. A rustling presence, though a small breeze came. And presently a voice. I think we're going to live. The dark pain is gone. The relief of daylight flows over me as though beginning is beginning. The hills roll in and make their homes and gradually unfold the plains. Breath and life are cool together now. The earth is all transparent, but too deep to see down to its bed. Come with me.

Where are we going? If necessary to break our hearts, it's as well for the world. There's enough breaking God knows. We die. And the great cities come down like avalanches. But men come down like living men. Time gives the promise of time and every death. Not of any ceasing. Come with me. Cities are pitifully concerned. And we need to go to the hill. What shall we do? What falls to us? Falling from where? From the point of devotion. Leaving God. Carry this ward Isaac and this coil of rope. I'm coming. It has to be a sacrifice. I know that.

There's nothing so sure. You walk so fast. These things are heavy. I know I carry them too. I just want to look around a bit. There's so much to see. Ah, peace on earth. I'm a boy for the sight. Don't break my heart. So cling hold of the light and I have to take it all away. Why are you so grave? There's more light than we can hold. Everything grows over the fresh inclination every day. You and I are both immeasurably living. What do you whistle for? For myself and anyone who likes it. Stay close to me. May not be for long. Time huddles round us a little place to be in. Already we're up the heavy

hill. Singing birds drop down and down to the bed of the trees. The haste of our evening. Our lying gentleness. A thin veil over the long scars from the nails of the warring hearts. Come up sun and see the world. God dips his hand in death to wash the world. It takes evil to annihilate our lives against infectious evil. But we'll go on. I have history's wish and must control. And I shall hate as long as hate is history. But God it drives my life from me like a beaten dog. It is the stone

on which we must sacrifice. Make my heart like it. It still is beating unhappily to human time. Where is the creature that has to die? There's nothing here of any life worth taking. Shall we go down again? At his life here. A flinching. A flinching snail. A few unhopeful hair bells. What could it be? What else? You father. And me. I know you're with me. Very strangely. I stand alone with a knife. Simple asking. Moon and peril will no more let me keep you than if you were the morning dew. The day wears on.

Shadows of our history steal across the sky. For our better freedom which makes us living men. For what will be heaven on earth. I have to bind you with cords and lay you here on the stone's table. Are you going to kill me? No father. I've come only a short way into life. And I can see a great distance waiting. A free and evening air. Swans from hill to hill. Surely there's no need for us to be prisoners of the dark. Smile father. Let me go. Get my heart. I let you go for the world's home ends. I let you go for God's will. I let you go for children's children's joy. I let you go my grief or bang. The cords bind you against my will but you

are bound for a better world. And I must lay you down to sleep for a better waking. Come now. I'm afraid. And how is the earth going to answer even so? Is it will? How can we know? But we must do. In the future make amends. Use a knife quickly. There are too many thoughts of life coming to the cry. God put them down until I go. Now, now suddenly. This cuts down my heart but bitter events must be. I can't learn to forgive necessity. God helped me to forgive it. Hold your heart. There are new instructions. The knife can drop. Hardness and shining.

I never thought to lose a dream voice of mercy such happy descending. No, my son again. But he is here untouched. An evening is at hand. Clear and still has no man. Father? I feel a voice. Go over me as though I should live. And so you will for the earth's wild. Shall I undo the cords? He's particular. But never all. There's no loosening. Since men with men I like the knotted sea.

Lift him down from the stone onto the grass again. And even so free yet he will find the angry cities hold him. But let him come back to the strange matter of living as best he can. And take instead the ram caught here by the white wool in the bogged wire of the prior bush. Make that the kill of the day. Resolute. Between the day and the night the stars tremble in balance. The houses are beginning to come to light. And so it would have been

if the knife had killed me. This would have been my death time. The ram goes in my place in a curious changing. Chance as fine as a thread carries to keep me and I go my way. Do you want to ride across the sun's master Isaac? Who are you? Now, boy. Don't make a joke of me. Not remember me. Or meadows a donkey man who brought you up the hill. As man's memory for your short measures that's down the day. And we've been waiting all that we know me. As patient as two

still loaves to take you down again. But I climb the hill I'm foot. No credit at winner girl. No credit. You think you're just a mengy or moke. Where you tell it has none so mengy as things the others are. You have it for the sake of the world. All right, she can take me down. I'm rasping tired. My whole body's like three days' growth of beard. But I don't know why she should have to carry me. She's nothing herself. But two swimming eyes and a cast of ribs. Back, so back. She's as good as gold while she lives. And after that, she's as good as dead. Where else could you find the more

satisfactory soul? She up. Oh, millennium. She's slow, but it's kind of on what? Job, job. There's a ram less than the world tonight. My heart I could see was thudding in its eyes. It was caught. And now it's dead. Across the sand and into the sea. The sun flux along the waves blowing up for the rain of sand. Healthy shelter. Job. Job. Job. Don't get rid of this over.

In under the salty planks and a corrugated iron. Home for men, geomokes. Oh, oh. Home from the sea. Home, millennium. Tie up your. Mmm. Mmm.

No eyes open, all in sleep, the innocence has come. Is that one of ours? Just tell me, are you awake or asleep? Awake, listen to your ears. Is that one of ours? No question, one of ours.

No one of ours. It's gone over. Funny question, was I asleep when I was sitting up asking you a question? Waves been sitting up asking questions as fast as they could, for the normal dog. And you've been chatting away like old nid and was after night. What was I saying? I know all your secrets now, boy. I wish I did, what did I say? Like a perfect gentleman, I obliterated my love goals under two blankets, army as you. A man must be let to have a soul to himself or souls to go the way it tells. I won't blame a man for sleeping. It

comes to some, to others it doesn't come. Troubles define. But I should be glad to stop lying out there in the open. While you, on the earth, the lads are shut away, talking like language, like nid and nid. We only have to have corporal addums to make us start, and I might as well give up the old idea. Oh Lord! Let me beat him to it. I'm going on the now, for the third time. Sorry if I disturbed you.

I'll go back where I came from. And if I can, I'll keep it to myself. Poor old meadows. Try thinking of love or something. I'm more vincet insomnia. That's enough of night classes, what's it mean? The writing on the wall, so I'll turn your face to it. Get snoring. Snoring? Not ear abouts. Wouldn't be reverent. Go night then. Same to you. Fish. Fish.

Fish. Fish in the sea. You flash through your clouds of water, like a warning heaven. Angel fish. And sword fish. The silver troops. And I am sought and sick on a raft above you, wondering for land. But there's no homeward I can see. I have mercy on our sictions,

starting and dying. We're strange fish to you. How long can you go drifting over our sea? Not give up the ghost of hope. The air is bright between us. The flying fish make occasional rainbows. But land. Your land and mine is nowhere yet. How can a man learn navigation when there's no rudder? But you can seem to walk. Are you there? You can seem to walk.

But presently, you drown. Who wants us, corporal? I wish I knew something skinned. The world shines west. I think it's man's eyes everywhere reflecting light. But presently, you drown. We're prisoners of your forgotten. It marched us thirty miles in a pouring rain. Remember that? What happens if I fall out, Dave? You don't fall out, that's all. They can shoot me if they like. There'll be a bit of arrest. You're doing all right. I wouldn't know. It feels damned odd to me. Corporal Adams, man, half sees overboard. You lend a hand. Here I come. Well, does he want to be the little ghost? Give us a round, boy. Dave and I'll be your anchor. Keep you from drifting away where you're not born.

Don't think you've got me with you. I dropped out miles ago. We'll keep the memory green. Hey, hey, hey. Be careful where you want. These walks were on a strike. They keep moving apart. What? We'll think we are. The prisoners got they picked us in. Who said you were dismissed? Forget your stripes for a minute, Corporal. It's my birthday next month, Corporal. My birthday. Into the world I came, the bearish chance that happened to be me. The naked truth of all that led the way to make me. I'm going for a stroll. Now where you going? All is hard, no matter what reason. That's an estate of death. There is no place to go and he knows there's no place to go. He just wants to think we don't have to be here. Don't throttle yourself with swallowing, Dave. Anyone would think you never expected the world. Listen to the scriptures. Never can as a hitting the news, made every poor soul lick his shoes. When the shoes began to wear, never can as a fellback on prayer. Here end of the first lesson. And here begin at the second lesson. I'll read you the second lesson.

They're going for a rat. And the rest of the world get down without you. Three blind mice have got them. Shadrack me. Shocking a bed to go. They went to walk in a fire. If the fire had been hotter, their tails would have been shorter. Here end of the second lesson. And of the ranks. What's worrying you, Corporal? We're not on active service now. Maybe it's what they call in our paybooks. Disembodied service. So drill my spirit, Corporal, till it weeps for mercy everywhere. It had better weep. Oh, my God. We've got to be more than men if we're the man this rising day. They've been keeping from us who we are till now. It's too late to recollect. Does he know? Shadrack. Be Shadrack. They've been to go. We didn't have those names this morning. I swear we were at sea. There's black morning Christians, us with names that whenever ours and makes us pay for them, named condemned. What they'd like to call us matters more than anything at heart. Hearts are here to stop, and better if they do, and God help us

all. Do I know why? We are your three blind mice. Our names are Shadrack, me, Shadrack and Abendigo. This is our last morning. And who knows truly what that means except us? And which of us knows truly? Oh, God, in heaven, we're bound to wake up out of this. Wake! Wake! Wake! This is not my world. Where have you brought me? The feed, which you've been riding, pick her back. I can believe anything except the monster. And the monster's here. To make sure we know eternity's an earnest. It's here to kill what's that an earnest of. The world comes up even over the monster's back. Corporal, can we make a dash to the hill there? Now we're on the course of rest. God, are we to be shut up here and what other men do and watch ourselves be ground and back into their sins? Let me dear God be active. And seem to do right whatever damned result. I've got to have some part in what goes on, or I shall go mad. What's coming now, Corporal? Your eyes are honest. Do you see them? It's an inspection. The powers are here to see if we're in fetal for the end. We'll get into line. What, for those devils?

Who are they? Nebuchadnezzar. And there's a aid. To what you're told. Is that him with one eye? They are. Who are we, Dave? Who are we? If we could get the hang of that, we might know which side they're on. Or I should say. On all sides. Which is why big open air feels like a barrack square. Is that him with one eye? If we could know who we are. I've got to know which side I'm on. I've got to be on the side. They're coming up. I see a jump to it this time. We're coming up for that jump. We can't help it if we hate his guts. Look out. Putty! I said putt! The three prisoners are. Putty! Putty! Putty! Everyone stars and gone. What are they celebrating? We should know soon. Stop talking in the ranks. What bastard language is he talking? We supposed to guess. Police on Earth. The aggression is the better part of our law in liberating very either dying and the dead free

dole, free dole. Well, he never clears throat. He

Not only at home! As the archer -eee! It's coming now! Putty! The global smolder! Start the forces away from theer! There's nothing here to try this! We never... Does nothing toант? It should be between us! That's where I am! Oh, where are you, I have a chance. Come to me. We shall know. Ah!

Oh, we know now! Where have I come? To find that, as I still care on my knees, in a fire, a heart of an any fire has ever been, ways over me. And I live. I know, I knew. Perhaps we're not destroyed. We're men who speak. We're men who sleep and wake them. Let's go. My breath points the fire on us. And the courts were tying us a ferns. Got off like snakes that sit. Can we stand?

Yeah, he even gets his course in fire, we can. Stand, boom. As though we were living in a narrow, shaking street, under the eaves of seven -story flames, that lean in rear again. And still, we stand. Can we be living or only seem to be? Ah! I can think of life. We'll make it. Yes, that's my devotee. We'll try now. Play a minute. Who's that? Who's that washing us through the flames? Who's that? Give your head start. Might be some cyber of the fire. Woo! A lunatic. Who are you? Ah! Under one command. What? May we come through? If you are the patients at the lab, we'll be able to find out when the last fire. When the other stay. What the other

stay? Not to say we do a thing to all men, six. When we do it, only for at all. Why, you caught our soul of heaven, how did you get here? Under the fence? I think they forgot to throw me in. But there's not a skipping soul on the low fears. Go far from us, not up into this. The human shambles. And whatever happens on the farthest pitch to the sun man in the desert of the island man in the sea concerns us very soon. So you will forgive me if I seem to insult. Do you mean to stay here? I can't get out alone. Neither come you. But, on the other hand, single moments gather towards us striking clock. Each man is the world. But great events go faster. Who's to lead us out of

this? It's hard to see who we're just. What the years have endlessly set. What there's been a more time. You think something might have come of it. Now, he's been already to go, and so am I. But there's no God non -government anywhere. Behind us lie the thousand and the thousand of the thousand years. Next and terrible. And still we use the cures which never cure. Tomorrow said you will move. We'll just wait here and die. Figures of wisdom back in the old tunnels. Hold and wait forever. We see a liar but never suffer them. Suffer instead a stubborn aberration. Oh God, the fabulous wings are used. Folded in the heart. So help me in stresses of this friend. I can see it's to be strong beyond all action. It's the strength to have them. How do men and for parents meet? The stone for bears and the wheel goes over it.

That is death to the flesh. Every standing day the flames grow deeper. In activity stronger. Wearing this maze of right and wrong are we to do what action. We're calling hence the places now. With swaying and troubled figures. The flames are men. All human. There's no fire. Breath and blood, jokes and burns us. This surely is unquenchable. It can only transform. There's no way out. We can only stay. And alter. Who says there's nothing here to hate? The deeds! Not those who do. Strange how we trust the powers that ruin. And not the powers that bless. The goods unguarded. The snake of

the defenseless is a naked man. Imperishably. Good as no fear. Good as it sells for never comes. It grows and makes. And bravely persuades beyond all state of wrong. Stronger than anger. Wiser than strategy. Enough to subdue cities and men. If we believe it. With the long courage of truth. For proof. This crying son of heaven, since we can make a mourning. Not by old measures. Expedients and self -preservation can rot as they will. Not where we fail as men. We fail as deeds of time. This fire is wider than any man's imagination. It goes beyond any stretch of the heart. The human heart can go to the legs of gods. Dark and cold we may be. But this is no winter now. The frozen

misery of centuries. Breaks. Cracks. Begins to move. A thunder is the thunder of the flows. The thaw. The flood. The upstart spring. Thank God our time is now. When wrong comes up to face us everywhere. Never to leave us till we take the longest side of soul. Man ever to. Affairs are now. Soul size. The enterprise. His. His. Exploration into God. And no nation's foot has ever trodden yet. Where are you making for? Where are you going? It

takes so many thousand years to wake. But will you wake for pretty sick? Be sick? Dave? Or one of you? Wake up, will you? What's wrong? You walk in in your sleep. So is Pete and Dave. That's too dumb, isn't it? What's this place? What am I doing here? You were born near a chump like the rest of us. Get into bed. What am I doing here? Walk in your heart out, boy. Dave? Dave? Let him come to himself, gentlemen. But soon before he goes and drowns himself in the font. Wake up, Dave. Wish I knew where I was.

Well, I can only give you a rough idea of myself, in a sort of a universe and a bit of a fix. It's what the call, flash, we're in. And if I know, dance it is. Have they fixed us up? Out of a well, where truth was. They didn't like us fraternising. Cop, would you mind getting your men back to bed and stop them trips around the precincts? Dave? We're mad, boys. Sleep's gone to our heads. Come on.

What's the time? Zero hour. Feels like half an hour below. I've got cold feet. I've never done that before. I wonder now what gives us a sense of direction and a dream. Can we see in sleep? What would have happened if we'd walked into the guard? Would he have shot us thinking we were trying to get out? So you were from what you said. I could stand one at a time, but not all three at once. We'd kind of feel like the end of the world with all your bunks giving up their dead. Well, sleep, I suppose. Yeah. God bless.

Rest you, Mary. Yeah, I'm sorry.

sorry.