Let nothing be left Let all be engorged in flame Not a speck of doubt
Striking Quote Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters.
Word Image Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust. Let's not quibble over individuals with memorials. Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything.
Sound Image The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness.
Let all be engorged in flame
Not a speck of doubt
Striking Quote
Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters.
Word Image
Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust. Let's not quibble over individuals with memorials. Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything.
Sound Image
The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness.