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

“Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of…”

“When they had arranged their blankets the boy lowered the lamp and stepped into…”

“تمدد على اﻷرض يصغى إلى صوت الماء وهو يسيل على جذوع اﻷشجار، إن أعماق الحقيقة تتج…”

“I busted him and he busted me. That's fair ain't it?No, I ain't forgettin about…”