From all old seamy throats of elders, musty books, I've salvaged not a word.

“Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned…”

“Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of t…”

“A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In th…”

“They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether…”