The 'Waste' Law

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

              Bryan Snyder:
              oh jesus... his personal history 
              is dropped all over ATD isn't it... 

Jesus is right! "All over" is right too. Throw in 'everywhere' while you're at it. . . .

          There is time, if you need the comfort, to touch the person next 
          to you, or to reach between your own cold legs . . . or, if song 
          must find you, here's one They never taught anyone to, a hymn 
          by William Slothrop, centuries forgotten and out of print, sung 
          to a simple and pleasant air of the period. Follow the bouncing ball:

                    There is a hand to turn the time,
                    Though thy Glass today be run,
                    Till the Light that hath brought the Towers low
                    Find the last poor Pretirite one . . .
                    Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road,
                    All through our Crippl'd Zone, 
                    With a face on ev'ry mountainside,
                    And a Soul in ev'ry stone. . . ..

Now everybody---