For A Time They Confronted Each Other

Good God, If Our Civilization Were To Sober Up For A Couple Of Days It'd Die Of Remorse On The Third.

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.

Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal Moon.

Never Think That By Releasing Me You Will Be Free. You Would Only Condemn Us To An Ultimate Hell On Earth. You Would Only Free Something Else To Destroy Us Both.

For A Time They Confronted Each Other Like Two Mute Unspeaking Forts.