He knew now$$$ and the knowledge was hard$$$ that his task had never been to undo what he had done$$$ but to finish what he had begun.

With his white collar he forges gods name on every word he speaks.

Living$$$ being in the world$$$ was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done$$$ yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.

Do you know how to read? "No. It is one of the black arts." He nodded. "But a useful one$$$" he said.

She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation$$$ she wished only to cease$$$ to be no more$$$ as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.

Nevermore shall men make slaves of others! Not in Asgard--not on Earth--not any place where the hammer of Thor can be swung--or where men of good faith hold freedom dear!

He who displays himself does not shine;

The power of prayer is still the greatest ever known in this endless eternal universe.

It is well that war is so terrible$$$ or we would grow too fond of it.