The Guns of Two-Space
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Cowboy Miner Productions
(used with the kind permission of the Knibbs estate)
Chapter 10:
Why buy a diamond...
From the book Gaiku, by The Venerable Professor Satori
(copyright 2006, used with the kind permission of the publisher, Armiger Publishing)
Books are the compasses...
Jesse Lee Bennett
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?...
"Sweet Content," Thomas Dekker
But to the souls of fire I give more fire...
Charles Kingsley, Chaplain to Queen Victoria
Chapter 11:
I went downtown, it was just to ease my pain...
"South Nashville Blues," Steve Earle
(copyright 1996, used with kind permission of Mr. Earl)
Oh, I've traded tomorrow for today...
Anon.
She can kill with a smile...
(and all remaining verses in this chapter)
"She's Always a Woman," Billy Joel
(copyright 1977, used under license from Impulsive Music, ASCAP)
Chapter 12:
When the gunsmoke settles...
(and all other stanzas in this chapter)
"Beer for My Horses," Toby Keith
(copyright 2002, used under license from Tokeco Tunes)
Chapter 13:
What the hammer? what the chain?...
(and all other stanzas in this chapter)
"Tyger! Tyger!" William Blake
Chapter 14:
Out of the night that covers me...
(and later stanzas in this chapter)
"Invictus," William Ernest Henley
Chapter 15:
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth...
"The Epitaph" from "Elegy in a Country Church Yard,"
Thomas Gray
Chapter 16:
Sometimes... when you cry...
Anon.
Fear tastes like a rusty knife...
The Wapshot Chronicle, John Cheever
(as quoted in Thomas Taylor's superb book on the bodyguarding profession, Dodging Bullets, which is the source for all of Grenoble's quotes)
Chapter 17:
A thousand years scarce serve...
Childe Harold, Lord Byron
Wert thou all that I wish thee...
"Remember Thee," Thomas Moore
Most humans truly are like sheep...
"The Sheepdogs," Russ Vaughn,
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment,
101st Airborne Division, Vietnam '65-'66
(copyright 2004, used with the author's kind permission)
Think where man's glory...
"The Municipal Gallery Revisited," William Butler Yeats
But yield who will to their separation...
"Two Tramps in Mud Time," Robert Frost
THE END