Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were p… - Stephen Crane

The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself. The youth looked keenly at the ashen face. The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a hand were stroking it. He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.

If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant — What then?

LVI

A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
One was more wise than the other.