What your glasse telles you, will not be told by Councell.
Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want. " "What do we want?" I asked blurrily. "Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted. " "What was that?" He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said.