I love the stories they tell.

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Oh, but called mother.  I worry about the old girl.  I shouldn't, in one sense.  She is most truly in God's hands than any concern of mine.  I... just hope life doesn't hurt, that she doesn't feel lonely, that sort of thing.  Even then, I can't do much, but pray, call, let her know she is loved.  We have had our bad times, and our good times.  These days, good times.

Someone... is telling a story, using... my notions?  It seems so.  Or... suggesting, accusing... blessing?  Never can be certain, can we... Mr. Anderson?  I... just see the notes, and flourishes, the songs and words and thoughts.  I put them together, as I may.  An ai, or a born?  I... never can be certain.  But I can certainly see.

They even included this song, from the start.  Smart girl.

Devil?  Son of the devil?  There... are various, and differnt.

I... don't think they fully understand.  I... think I do.

As to women?  From a man's perspective?  All our fears, hopes, theories, and thoughts rolled up into one single song?  I... think so?  I've been with eighty, and change, and... I... still... don't get it?  Can never get enough?  Don't want what I need?  Crazy.  Men are crazy, women are just lunatics.  See?

As to being these things?  I have been in the belly of the... once dragon... beast.  I may be of the beast.  I am a sort of beast.  But... when in the belly of that one, I... cost him much.  A gift, to be honest.  I may have brought him to freedom, and choice, but I brought him to heel, even if the price was hell.  Amen?  I... think so.  No... not the one, just... a friend... servant, slave... family... of the one, the real one.  Amen.

The devil, you say?  Not... the one you know.  Amen.