Let Ahimaaz rejoice with the Silver-Worm who is a living mineral / For there is silver in my mines and I bless God that it is rather there than in my coffers.
Poem rendered from Hodgson’s Hog
I wonder whether you can understand.
I wonder if I make it clear to you?
I wonder whether this thought attracts you as it does me?
I wonder I didn’t go mad.
I wonder whether I make this clear to you?
I wonder if I am making it at all clear to you.
I wonder if you can get my feelings as I stood there staring down at the destroyed barrier.
I wonder whether I make it clear.