Where his aunts, who are not married,
Demand to be divorced.
These words held sway for five hours of insistent, monotonous chugging. They were succeeded by an extract from the Prodigal Son:
Here come I to my own again.
Fed, forgiven and known again.
Claimed by bone of my bone again,
And sib to flesh of my flesh.
The fatted calf is dressed for me;
But the husks have greater zest for me—
I think my pigs will be best for me,