From the beginning to the `Golden Age`, 1880-1975

the waterMore than darkness in the depthsSee him surface in every shadowOn the wind, I feel his breathGoldenEye, Ive found his weaknessGoldenEye, hell do what I pleaseGoldenEye, no time for sweetnessBut a bitter kisswill bring him to his kneesSee him movethrough smoke and mirrorsFeel his presence in the crowdOther girls, they gather around himlfl had him, I wouldnt let him outGoldenEye, not lace or leatherGolden chain, take him to the spotGoldenEye, Ill show him foreverItll take forever to see what Ive gotYoull never knowHow I watched youfrom the shadows as a child

The body eventually beginsto break down its own tissue.Suck on it.Keeps the saliva flowing.- What?- The air seems dry in there.Trapped?Molecular chemical sensor.Why the hell didntthe boot set it off?The boots not alive.Detects hydrogen sulphideexcreted from the skin.How is it you knowso much about sensors, Renz?Renn. Not Renz. Its French.Fine, youre French.Im asking how you.Renn. Sensor expert,about the right age.I dont believe it.- This guy is the Wren.- The what?Hes the Wren. The Bird of Attica.Flew the coop on major prisons.Seven.Youre kidding, right?Yo

The two boys nod as they point to the coin.JACQUESWell split it.FIRST BOYYou cant split a coin. Thatsstupid.SECOND BOYHes right. Youre stupid.The pope smiles.JACQUESThen well buy something and splitthat.SECOND BOYA helicopter.JACQUESIts a small coin.FIRST BOYA Ferrari.SECOND BOYI dont want a Ferrari. What isit?JACQUES(interrupting them)Maybe a little radio.The two boys look at each other.JACQUESWell. Well decide later. The lightis going.SECOND BOYI get the radio from after school,until midnight.FIRST BOYSince when do you stay up untilmidnight?JAC

The wallpaper in the dining roomis original, too.So is a lot of the woodwork.Youd have to be a foolto change it.I hope you appreciate detail.The marble fireplaceis hand-carved.The main stairs havea very gentle rise.Everyone comments how easyit is to climb them.I like to fill it with my friends.Over the years,weve become more like a family.It makes me happy to have usall together in our home.Mine and Bobbys.They dont build houseslike this anymore.The golden ageof American house building.Not architecture, mind you,but house building.This housewas meant to stand.Wel

begin like David Copperfield?I am born..I grew up.Or shall we begin when I wasborn to darkness, as I call it.Thats where we should start,dont you think?Youre not lying, are you?Why should I lie?was the year it happened.I was .Younger than you are now.But times were different then.I was a man at that age.The master of a large plantation,just south of New Orleans.I had lost my wife in childbirth.She and the infant had beenburied less than half a year.I wouldve been happy to join them.I couldnt bear the pain of their loss.I longed to be released from it.I want