“You do not frown because I call you friend;
For I would have you glad that I still keep
Your memory, and even at the end—
Impenitent, sick, shattered—cannot curse
The love that flings, for better or for worse,
This worn-out, cast-out flesh of mine to sleep.”
CASSANDRA
I heard one who said: “Verily,
What word have I for children here?
Your Dollar is your only Word,