You Can Forget Who You

Toast Is Me. I Am Toast.

For The Children With Their Greedy Little Mouths Represent The Future, Which Like Time Itself Will Devour All Now Alive.

You Might 'write From The Heart,' But You'd Better Polish With Your Brain.

Truly Amazing, What People Can Get Used To, As Long As There Are A Few Compensations.

As All Historians Know, The Past Is A Great Darkness, And Filled With Echoes. Voices May Reach Us From It; But What They Say To Us Is Imbued With The Obscurity Of The Matrix Out Of Which They Come; And Try As We May, We Cannot Always Decipher Them Precisely In The Clearer Light Of Our Day.