Works for me. For the ones we love, today we’re allies. Tomorrow we resume our natural order of mortal enemies. Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely for all of us, have we an accord? (Acheron)

Before me and beside me sat a row of the comeliest young men, clad in black gowns and wearing on their shoulders long hoods trimmed in white fur. Who and what they were I know not, for I preferred not to learn, lest by chance they should not be so mediaeval as they looked.

We didn't receive spirit but we ARE Spirits in bodily form. Spirit is Love.

For six years, from 1985 to 1991, I felt pretty weak and useless.

Written By Ang Lee

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