Jellon Lamb:[dying words]There's night and day brother, both sweet things. Sun and Moon and stars, all sweet things. And quiet, there's a wind on the east. Life is very sweet, brother. Arthur Burns:Life is very sweet, brother, who would wish to die? Jellon Lamb:Ah. Arthur Burns:George Borrow, I believe. A worthy writer, and a beautiful sentiment sir. But you're not my brother. [finishes him off]|