I Don't Listen To Music When I

Time Lost Can Never Be Recovered...and This Should Be Written In Flaming Letters Everywhere.

I Like All Kinds Of Music, Though I Tend To Prefer Jazz And Classics.

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.

Beneath The Gore And Smoke And Loam, This Book Is About The Evanescence Of Life, And Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow. In The End It Is A Story Of The Ineluctable Conflict Between Good And Evil, Daylight And Darkness, The White City And The Black.

. . . Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow.