Lying-in-the State of St. Bonaventura.
CAMERA CREEPS IN, teasingly on the dark faced corpse. The pages begin to
turn once again.
TIGHTER, OMINOUS ANGLE - THE DESK FAN
There is more of a hint of conincidence as the blades whirl and head
swivels. The boys figure passes, blocking the breeze.
THE GUIDEBOOK PAGES
stop dead on... Jim Morrisons decorated tomb in the Cemetiere du Pere
Lachaise. A pilgrim
MY FATHER was, I am sure, intended by nature to `be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years old he worked as a farmhand for a man named Thomas Butterworth whose place lay near the town of Bidwell, Ohio. He had then a horse of his own and on Saturday evenings drove into town to spend a few hours in social intercourse with other farmhands. In town he drank several glasses of beer and