I Prayed All The Way Up That

Overall, The Library Held A Hushed Exultation, As Though The Cherished Volumes Were All Singing Soundlessly Within Their Covers.

I Felt The Tributaries Of His Veins, Wished To Enter Into His Bloodstream, Travel There, Dissolved And Bodiless, To Take Refuge In The Thick Walled Chambers Of His Heart.

Then The Room Relaxed In Cheers And Babbling, And She Turned In His Arms To Kiss Him Hard And Cling To Him, And He Thought Perhaps It Didn't Matter That They Faced In Opposite Directions - So Long As They Faced Each Other.' Roger Wakefield {drums Of Autumn}

We Have Nothing Now Between Us, Save - Respect, Perhaps. And I Think That Respect Has Maybe Room For Secrets, But Not For Lies.

We Got Half The Doggone Mit College Of Engineering Here, And Nobody Who Can Fix A Doggone /television/?" Dr. Joseph Abernathy Glared Accusingly At The Clusters Of Young People Scattered Around His Living Room. That's /electrical/ Engineering, Pop," His Son Told Him Loftily. "we're All Mechanical Engineers. Ask A Mechanical Engineer To Fix Your Color Tv, That's Like Asking An Ob-gyn To Look At The Sore On Your Di-ow!" Oh, Sorry," Said His Father, Peering Blandly Over Gold-rimmed Glasses. "that Your Foot, Lenny?