Spare a prayer for Raoul Moat, who died this morning after shooting himself - almost certainly while of unsound mind.
Four things he is reported as saying stick in my mind, illustrative of his despair and a sad reflection on aspects of life in Britain today:
'We waited three months before sleeping together, which made it really special.'
'I've lost everything.'
'I've got no dad.'
'Nobody cares what happens to me.'
Comment would be superfluous.
Requiem aeternam dona ei Domine.
ROME 24/4– Day 28: bad news and good news
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“When,” you ask, “did the sun rise in Rome today? I respond: “06:24.” “And
when will it set?” “19:56. “Did you hear the Ave Maria Bell last night at
20:15...
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Thank you for posting this.
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