I sang out the words unflinchingly though, as I stomped around the toadstool in clouds of church-basement dust, with a damp Gnome hand clutched in each of mine.

“We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”

“All Creatures know that some must dieThat all the rest may take and eat;Sooner …”

“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afra…”

“Why do men want to kill the bodies of other men? Women don't want to kill the b…”