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

 

 

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