“Now, as Rilke would say, let's eat us some effing panther and swan, shall we?”
“O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry”
“Some hae meat and canna eat, and some wad eat that want it. But we hae meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit.”
“Let us pray now for the future dead. Though we do not yet know their names, we know that there shall be far too many of them.”
“And she says, “Then let’s just take the effing road and get ourselves to Haven.”I smile, a little. “You said effing,” I say. “You actually said the word effing.”
“As virtuous men pass mildly awayAnd whisper to their souls, to goe,While some of their friends doe say,The breath goes now, and some say, no:So let us melt, and make no noise...”