("Richardwas devoted to numbers. Just say it:
five thirty two. Comeon, say it. Say it."
(somewhat dazzled) »Ah, five... thirty? Two?«
»Yes, five thirty two. Can'tyou feel it?«)
The prairie's bearing the vulture's child
The whippoorwill sails ona lonesome call
From thetwilighttothe horizon
There's something wrong