Even If You Got Rid

The Water Rose Further And Dressed Simon's Coarse Hair With Brightness. The Line Of His Cheek Silvered And The Turn Of His Shoulder Became Sculptured Marble.

The Mask Was A Thing On It's Own, Behind Which Jack Hid, Liberated From Shame And Self-conciousness.

There Were No Words, And No Movements But The Tearing Of Teeth And Claws.

We're Not Savages. We're English.

We Have A Disharmony In Our Natures. We Cannot Live Together Without Injuring Each Other.