And When The Fog's Over And The

Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And Be Sure To Tell Them You Love Them Which You Do.

Ray, What You Got To Do Is Go Climb A Mountain.

But I Remember Seeing A Mess Of Leaves Suddenly Go Skittering In The Wind And Into The Creek, Then Floating Rapidly Down The Creek Towards The Sea, Making Me Feel A Nameless Horror Even Then Of 'oh My God, We're All Being Swept Away To Sea No Matter What We Know Or Say Or Do

The Road Must Eventually Lead To The Whole World.

A Fine Thing To Be Talking About Angels In This Day When Common Thieves Smash The Holy Rosaries Of Their Victims In The Street.