Kill the man

Who sleeps untouched

From the great showers

Of God’s undone.

Give him thy force,

thy power,

thy strength.

to move himself from this forsaken state

El destino nunca hizo un barco más sagrado que el Leviatán cuando el primer sol de primavera mató al capitán a su despertar.

Black screen. White, atmospheric noise with the distant clamor and audible movements typical of a busy office area (a clock ticks distantly, almost inaudibly).

It was a fortune and an almost certain chance of death for bringing down trees in the Alaskan frost. I think our university peers paid too much attention to the last part. John thought they did not pay enough to the first.