We have electrocuted your God. Don't be a fool. - Eugene O'Neill

Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time

We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men — and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come — until they're old like me.

What the hell was it I wanted to buy, I wonder, that was worth—Well no matter. It's a late day for regrets.