[He tries to filter this to just Will, but fails miserably at it because he's hurting.]

Our Father who are in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, they will be done- [He dissolves into mumbles for a while.] -not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.Water, Will. Please. God...I cannot think. Just give me something...something to ( Read more... )

When you were at home, that is, not in this place, what did you have? Money? Power? Sex? A great sense of self importance because you could do what you wished? [He hesitates here and there's a shuffling of papers.]

What were you able to bring here? Yourself. A place to live. And a few worthless possessions that might or might not have mattered to ( Read more... )

Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas

It is an offense that the children of today read fairie stories in which a princess supposedly kisses a frog who transforms into a handsome prince, thereby whisking her away to a life of wealth. This is a transparent sham. History identifies frogs as the clear representatives of greed, and by bestowing a bond with greed ( Read more... )

[He's found himself a place to sit and the background noise is minimal.] Such a Sunday. And what beautiful scenery we have to take in. Sergeant, you believe yourself a man of God, do you not? Perhaps you would like to join me at a service this evening?

[He pauses to take a small drink.]

German...such a wonderful language, as well.

It makes me wonder ( Read more... )