The Tragedy Is Not To Die, But

Ready When You Are, Sergeant Pempbry.

You Will Not Persuade Me With Appeals To My Intellectual Vanity.

And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.

We Rarely Get To Prepare Ourselves In Meadows Or On Graveled Walks; We Do It On Short Notice In Places Without Windows, Hospital Corridors, Rooms Like This Lounge With Its Cracked Plastic Sofa And Cinzano Ashtrays, Where The Cafe Curtains Cover Blank Concrete. In Rooms Like This, With So Little Time, We Prepare Our Gestures, Get Them By Heart So We Can Do Them When We're Frightened In The Face Of Doom.

Whenever Feasible, One Should Always Try To Eat The Rude.