（ ain't that the rub? gene braces his forearms on the bridge's fencin' an' props one boot up on it, easy as you please. ）

I was here before. Few months. Trust me, ah... there was a different flavour of handlin' back then.

（ easier to say that's the cause, an' not the fact that he sees the dead an' they've given him a mighty calm outlook on the concept of time an' all its sundry futures an' far-flung histories. ）

But I guess, my youngest brother was a big dime novel fan. Flash Gordon an' all. So I guess space travel ain't so queer a thing as all that, you know? It's a big universe.