Listen where thou art sitting	  Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,	   In twisted braids of Lillies knitting	  The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,

Two commanders on the same field are always one too many.

He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

All these people formed by language and climate and popular songs and breakfast foods and the jokes they tell and the cars they drive have never had anything in common so much as this, that they are sitting in the furrow of destruction.

Written By Don DeLillo

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