From Cities of The Plain, by Cormac McCarthy

Your kind cannot bear that the world be ordinary. That it contain nothing save what stands before one. But the Mexican world is a world of adornment only and underneath it is very plain indeed. While your world...totters upon an unspoken labyrinth of questions. And we will devour you, my friend. You and all your pale empire.

The Heart of the Matter, by Graham Greene

He took her wrists and held them furiously. He said, "You can't get out of it that way. I believe, I tell you. I believe that I'm damned for all eternity - unless a miracle happens. I'm a policeman. I know what I'm saying. What I've done is far worse than murder - that's an act, a blow, stab, a shot: It's over and done, but I'm carrying my corruption around with me. It's the coating of my stomach."
-Scobie, explaining his damnation to Helen

Can't Get This Song Out Of My Head

By this propitiatory act, may the demons be placated and remove this song from my mental playlist. We ask this in the name of Fleetwood Mac.