:11:02
My horse expects to put up a fox
any moment.
:11:57
William, now l could ride for ground.
:12:03
Through the gates and over the walls
of Sebastopol. Will you join me?
:12:07
-We'd not get up the slopes, Russell.
-l would.
:12:09
He would, but he would be alone.
:12:11
Yes, alone. Death loves a crowd.
Watch how death will pick out the crowds.
:12:15
Death loves a crowd,
so do fools and funkers.
:12:18
The swords are out, the pickets are in.
Do you feel it?
:12:21
Will you join me?