The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

    The Splendour falls on castle walls

    and snowy summits old in story

    The long light shakes across the lake

    And the wild cataract

    Leaps to glory

     

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    Blow, bugle blow

    Set the wild echoes flying

    Answer echoes ,answer

    dying

                dying                    

                                  dying

     

    Tennyson

     

    Enjoy the holidays , whatever you call it.

    Flavius