There Are Going To Be Times When

The Frontiers We Broke Into In The '60s Are Still Largely Unexplored.

When You're Around The Whole Dead Scene, They're There As A Tribal Thing; They're There As Part Of A Rendezvous And A Pow-wow.

A Sound Of Cornered-animal Fear And Hate And Surrender And Defiance . . . Like The Last Sound The Treed And Shot And Falling Animal Makes As The Dogs Get Him, When He Finally Doesn't Care About Anything But Himself And His Dying.

The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In The Ground And Look To The Live Ones.

More Was Revealed In A Human Face Than A Human Being Can Bear Face To Face.