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 26/10-11 – Day 37: For awhile…
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I was up before the Roman sun rose at 06:46. By the time it set at 17:01 I
was winging my my to these USA. The Ave Maria Bell probably didn’t ring
anywhere...
6 hours ago
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Thank you for posting this.
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