She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to rash men it was only that in their secret hearts they knew that a man who would not kill for them was of no use at all.

Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.

Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a massive rapacity, wave on wave of the violent and the insane, their brains stoked with spoorless analogues of all that was, lean aryans with their abrogate Semitic chapbook reenacting the dramas and parable therein.

But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?

Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

For the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.