-This is supposed to be scary, right?
-lndeed it is.
And yours truly
is the chief author of those terrors.
Do me a favor, Mr. Nigel.
Thats Sir Nigel.
Sir Nigel, yes.
Tell everybody that Philip Hardin...
would like to see them at the Ten and One
in half an hour. Thanks.
Mr. Hardin, weve been expecting you.
They know not how their wits to wear...
their manners are so apish.
(1) Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) : "The Darkling Thrush"
"The Darkling Thrush"
1 I leant upon a coppice gate
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3 And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
5 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
6 Like strings of broken lyres,
7 And all mankind that haunted nigh