The only thing next to you there then is
The diving bell, a wigwam of passions,
Inscrutable to even our doggedest detectives
And theologians, those sobbing - I meant
Slobbering packed minds. Finely -
Finally - fine, a lee - pick your way
Over to the garden. It was made just for you.
If it please (DV) collect of the sashaying delights
Some new fortitude - don’t you need it?
You look cannonblasted, guttered. Want a coffee?
It was made just for you.
(Offscreen) Zadok the Prie...
And Nathan...Proph...
Anoooointed Solomon...
Feel better yet? Good. Another second
And I wouldn’t’ve been able to stand
You. Two microphones I brought you.
Now go get me those pictures I need.
(Offscreen) Triumph! Triumph!
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The similar psycho-geometrics of detectives and theologians… You’ve an impeccable perspicacity. If I had a brain-taker, I’d take yours. Make a brain omelet. With cheese.
What was it that Jaar said?
“We borrowed from the page of St. Maurice (Sunder)
Named the mountain an Egyptian saint (Sunder)
Drank the water from the church of springs (Sunder)
Does a loss seek revenge of sin?”
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