Word Gets Around When The Circus Comes

A Dream Inside A Dream Might Not Be A Dream.

Probably I Dont Believe In A Lot Of Things That I Used To Believe In But That Doesnt Mean I Dont Believe In Anything.

This Is My Child, He Said. I Wash A Dead Man's Brains Out Of His Hair. That Is My Job.

The Point Is There Ain't No Point.

See The Child. He Is Pale And Thin, He Wears A Thin And Ragged Linen Shirt. He Stokes The Scullery Fire.