

He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
John Weever in 1631:
‘the images of the defunct were broken, erased, cut, or dismembered, Inscriptions or Epitaphs, especially if they began with ‘Orate pro anima,’[Pray for the soul] or concluded with ‘Cuius animae propitietur Deus.’ [ may God atone your soul.....] For greedinesse of the brasse, or for that they were thought to bee Antichristian, pulled out from the sepulchres and purloined, and dead carcases for gaine of stone and leaden coffins cast out of their graves.’
“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?”
“A component, like a capacitor?”