I Feel Very Privileged To Hear How

We In Purgatory Sing Fondly Of Hell.

And You, You Ridiculous People, You Expect Me To Help You.

We’d Torn Open Our Chests And Shown Our Cowardly Hearts, And You Can Never Stay Friends After Something Like That

Love And Violence-not To Conquer One With The Other But To Live With Both, That's What I've Learned. Each Pulling Me A Different Way. If I Relax My Struggles They Don't Tear Me In Two, But Lift Me Up.

[the Doctor] Peeked Into The Trauma Room And Saw The Situation: The Clerk - That Is, Me - Standing Next To The Orderly, Georgie, Both Of Us On Drugs, Looking Down At A Patient With A Knife Sticking Up Out Of His Face. 'what Seems To Be The Trouble?' He Asked.