All Time Is Unreedemable.

Here I Am, An Old Man In A Dry Month, Being Read To By A Boy, Waiting For Rain.

War Among Men Defiles This World.

We Are Not Here To Triumph By Fighting, By Strata Gem, Or By Resistance, Not To Fight With Beasts As Men. We Have Fought The Beast And Have Conquered. We Have Only To Conquer Now, By Suffering. This Is The Easier Victory.

Time Past And Time Future What Might Have Been And What Has Been Point To One End, Which Is Always Present.

The Usual Dog About The Town Is Much Inclined To Play The Clown.