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I remember things too. I remember a long white road between the shoulders of the hills and the distant clusters of the live oaks against the uplands beyond. And the wide light blue of the sky. There was a wind that wandered the edges of the hills that brought the salt smell of the sea so that it minkled with a lowly scent of the grass and made a perfume that I have not smelled in so many years. There was a great plane where the hills fell away and tumbled rocky magnificence. A plane all cut into green and brown and yellowing squares. And a little stream with bridges of stone that's drilled a way across the wide plain and sparkled a blast into the distant western ocean. There was life on the hills and on the plains. The hill based that moved serenely through the pleasant grasses and rested at noon and at the shadowed kindness of the green grails. There were men and cheerful women in the white wall houses where the road carried.

And the children that played noisily and sweetly in the cottage joy arts. How long since dust? Shall I tell you what the graceful beats for the sound of the surf was an measured majestic melody we thought would never cease? Shall I speak of the great ships prone upon the breast of the ocean, the ships that are seen no more? Would you hear of a wind-whip nights in the lightning in the forests, from the gentle rain in the dawn time? Would you remember? Do not forget. I remember. I alone remember. This was a temple. And this is placed dedicated to the arts. And there were the waves that upon the beaks that shattered walls of stone we may remain to muckers. And there where the white road was, is the destination.

The winds died down and the sun waned, and the moon was sickly. Yet I remember the lights on the hillsides and the stars above them weeding their ancient way across the sky. It was the day when I could name them all. They seemed very far away tonight. Untoward some better goose now debon, actiless and begon, persian. In these days Orion, the mighty hunter, draws away from us, and the glory of Betamuse's hairs been in heavens. I would welcome the sound of a thunder again on the horizon, but all the manifestations of nature are ended, and only the twilight of eternity remains above the bleakness. I would welcome the voice of a hungry wolf even this night, or the hiss of the serpents that once we hated, that once we trampled upon.

I would welcome even the voice of old trove and listen with delight, and laugh happily to hear and telegram the skins he dreamed, that brought us to the same day as to rule that men cannot live without wars and most themselves. Why should not we be the ones to win the war? Every man puts, against every other, and men speak of honor and laws and fair fighting. But the wars to be won, then do away with their dissonment and let us win as these are masters, and day for slaves. It is I could laugh to hear that voice, and to see those hard black eyes litter again in the light of a little angst. I could take old crow and lift him up and say, look upon your work on crowed, your work in mine and the work of all of those who could not live without wars. The crow is dust and may not speak, and for a little time while I live the dust shall speak its final words to those who would listen.

It was a fair word, our word. And they would not have you believe at all who'd walk in it were like old crowing, plotting wars and seeking the countryside to a discontent. We knew love to, and all the virtues, some of them we even practiced. I am old now and my speech is set in sound release, where I looked on sound of things from. But there was a time when I was young in this very work, and my speech was the speech of the young of every world's careless, gay, happy. And there was one of the speeches like mine, young and gay, and very dear to me. Morn. There was a night on the shores of a lake, when there was music, laughter and light somewhere in the distance, and we sat alone together.

And I remembered I would speak, but more than a hand on my lips and laugh, and smile me. Wow. And for a long time it was only the music, and we watched the stars. You love me. Silly question. Do you? What do you think? Know what I think. What? I don't think you love me very much. You don't? If you love me you'll kiss me. We're only going over this way. Why you can't eat a treat? How do you know?

All right. Just for that you're going to get kissed. Come here. Oh, look out. You're nothing, mate. Quiet, please. I do not love you. It just aren't any words to tell you one of them. Oh, my God. The music began again. And we sat silently in the stars' movements of office. The stars are so beautiful tonight. They're not all stars. What? What are they, mate? Some underpants. Oh, my God. Thor, you suppose there are people in some of the other things? Probably.

Earth, that's the nearest one isn't it? The most influential. You suppose there are people there? I wouldn't know. People that look like us and have music and might like it. Nobody knows. You'll have them like this. I need them too. No, I need them too. You suppose they have houses and automobiles and wonderful stores like ours. And they have babies like we do and everything. And they're probably 80 feet tall and have six times and 16. Oh, no, no. They'll come out of space at us and terrific make spaceships and disintegrated bounds and death rate. They'll say, boo, and they'll all turn around and go right back when they came from. Maybe they will. And maybe they won't. What would we do if they invaded us from Earth, Thor?

Fight. I don't, we're not alive when it happens. Yes or no? Oh, maybe they'd be not. Don't get yourself about that. I wonder what they call our world. Wait. Probably the same thing we do. Marry? We're sure of why not. After all that is not, isn't it? No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. We were not 80 feet tall out there. We did not have six arms or 16 eyes and we didn't dream of conquering your world out there. We were like you. We were human beings too. And we lived and loved and worked and died very much as you do. Look upon your own earth if you would see us as we were. Stand at your window tonight and look out upon the lights of your fellow beings' homes.

Look upon the faces of your sleeping children and see the reflection of ours. Let your minds eye wonder across your oceans beyond your mouth and see all the lights of the world and its darknesses and the sunrise in a candy on. Let your thoughts dwell upon the people of your earth. And you shall know us as we were. Not a happy in the center. Not a better news. The whole crowd of the Prophet of war muttering away a disaster might be one of your own. Marna with her golden hair and her laughing eyes might be the girl you passed unseen in the street this afternoon. And the triumphal arch to a long dead general brooding above a little park in the city where children race and shout. Might be the one that stood in the city in another world. A hundred yards from where I speak to you. And here no stone remains on another.

The whole crowd has said that wars are inevitable. Have you found it so? In the years when I was reported for a great newspaper, I sat in his study and heard him speak to us and who was to all our world. He's written from the standpoint of the winners of the war. And thus wars are essential to the progress of the race. And our enemies won in the last war. Then their cause would have proved the just one. And we, by losing, would have been in the wrong. For future events would then have shaped themselves upon the faces of their winning. And the decisions would have been irrelevant. Future history would be shaped. Our nation's bid for leadership for God. And thus it will always be. When there was silence in my room for a little time.

In the last ice cook. Dr. Krog has said. Dr. Krog. Well, son. Dr. Krog. Fifty years ago we fought a war. Were we right? We won. And by winning we charted the course of history in the fifty years since. As they won, the last fifty years might have been very difficult. And which is right? What is right, son? And what is wrong? And then another war came against another nation. And the ones we have defeated before were allied with us. And Krog made notes in a great black book that was one day to be published to all our world. And no man's eyes of his have seen it.

But the sands are running out, let me speak of the things that have perished. Our cities were a people worked at a hundred occupations. And the ground slums of the cities in the great green parks. Go out tomorrow in your own city and set your feet upon the smooth concrete of the sidewalk. See the gleaming windows and marvel at the wonders within the methumane of created. Touch the garment of a passerby and joy to know that this tomb, this humble thing man has created. And know that I too have done these things. I see men destroyed them and that I helped. They know that good blacks smell of the mold of the earth in springtime. But you're hot to leap at the first green shoots of a bounty that lies in that earth. Have you seen who will ease and grip the bells of your churches? The bells rang in my heart once.

The flowers bloomed and then left and sang and hid it. We have run our course. The course we chose back to the enough of the dust from which we sprang. There was another time. When Monna and I had been married for many years, and the one that had raised across our world had at last flickered out and died. We sat long at table at night, silently. Featureless, dreaming of a world purged, my pyreons torn. Shop bonds and Albertsons for fresh savings every time you shop. This week at Vons and Albertsons, they had fresh, boneless, skinless chicken breasts for 199 per pound limits in pounds. And locally grown, grapey, cotton candy, grace are 299 per pound with digital coupon. Plus, 24 packs of Canada Dryer, 7 up 12 pounds cans are 499 limit 1 with digital coupon. Enjoy fresh and delicious savings for every meal.

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Hurry in, these deals won't last. Visit vonsoralbersons.com for more deals and ways to save. And fall again on the promise of peace and perhaps happiness. I'm glad you didn't have to go to. I suppose I shouldn't say so. But I am too. You're not a coward, too. I don't think I am worn out. But now we can get started all over again. Can we need some money to think we haven't been able to get? I can hardly wait to go shopping. Well, at least we can afford them. Come on. It's just a shame that I hate those people. The things they've done to it.

Or old boys dead in our city's nation. And they lost the war. And we killed them. Yes, we did. We should have killed them all. Quiet, please, dear. Oh, guys, you're always saying that though to shut me up. I'm full of help, doesn't it? I can't stop it. If we could have only said it to them when the war started, quiet, please. They'd gone away. We said it all right, only in a different way. Yes. You'll be quiet for a long time. Some of them. And some of us. Who's that? I know a good way to find out. Well, you go out, my evil. Well, hello, Tor. Dale. Dale, when did you get back? Just now. Who did it all? It's a shh. I am one. I am home. Dale! Oh, you're a devil. What the shh? Hey, don't break my rib. I hate to see you, boy. Oh, it's you. Oh, excuse me. You put my bundle in. I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. Oh, excuse me. You put my bundle in when you were going to pay attention. I was the deadest you. I'm sorry. But who? I want you to meet my wife. How wonderful. Why, you old son of a bitch. Yes, really. Yes, really. Yes, really. And Ray, this is my sister, Mourna. And her husband, my brother, and my daughter. How do you do? Why, you dumbass. I will be back. Thank you. Thank you. It's a nice to know, dear. But... Well, come in, couple. I'm sorry. Oh, I'm so bad to see you, dear. Andrew. And Ray. Thank you. You know, we haven't heard from you for so long. We were beginning to get worse. All right. I was all right. Didn't get a scratch on it. Ray, Grace, look. Not the same. Where's all the shit? Oh, you got a glass of summer, dear.

Oh, I'm sorry about that. You're the greatest dog in the world, Ray. Well, it's a thong, it's a thong. Have you had something? You do, Ray. I wouldn't like some coffee, Ray. No, I'm sorry. I would love it. I'll make some fresh. No, there will be fine. I'm finding it hard to get used to coffee, Jen. Well, how was the war, dear? I got all the war I want. Oh, that coffee, dear. Thank you for that. Oh, that's great. That's great. All right. She hasn't had much coffee for the last seven years. What? Why are you cool, honey? Why not, dear? Why hasn't she had coffee? I'm going to spend a tell on you. Tell us? What? Well, Ray was one of our enemies. What do you mean by that, dear? I thought she... Yes.

Should we go there? Thanks for the coffee, honey. Pork. Where are you going, sister? More sit-down, sister. Do you think I'd throw my brand-new sister off my house? Come on, let's go make some fresh coffee. Love for you. And in the early hours of the morning I was awakened by morning's sobbing. I put my arm around me. Oh, that's more jammed. It asked me if I could go ahead and turn around. Oh, sure, how can people think that dreadful thoughts of us? And she's so sweet. No, I have never solved the problem I've had.

Why people can love individually and hate collectively. And the children of Ray and Dale were very dear to me. No different from the other children who played with them and are you arguing to school with them or in history with them? I suppose it's only strangest we hate for. Ray was a daughter of a nation we had fought betterly with. Yet when our friends became acquainted with her they too grew to love her. And some of those who wept most bitterly at her funeral. But the ones who at first had pointed her out as the enemy woman. Well, Croges said wars are inevitable. Perhaps they are. There has never been a year and all the thousand centuries of our recorded history when there has not been a war in some kind of our planet. And always history told us men have been striving for a means to end it. A war to end war, his end. A war to end war. I achieved it.

I ended everything. Wars had grown more and more destructive. And at last men laid wicked fingers upon secrets that were not for men to know. Men of all was pride at the locks that nature set upon our deepest secrets seeking the power that was never intended for them. And step by, tedious step, they came to the final awful knowledge to the very card of creation and of destruction. Wars was a fair world, I said. There was beauty in everything, beauty in the mornings and in a red sunsense, beauty in the long low hills and the mountains that gored themselves majestically a little for bodice. And beauty to an humble things of our world, the simple, unnoticed things that have caught my memory tonight, returning with you, the fight of a bird, the sound of a train whistle in the night, the rust of wind and the trees.

And, unforgably, the voices of people, the voice of all chrome. Now, we have this supreme weapon. There is no defense. And the weapon will bring us un-miss-gift mastery of all the planets. What should we be masters of effort? Why should anyone be the masters? Is it not written how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity? And said that cannot be practiced. And the voice of Mourna. There will never be any more war after this next one, to every one of our enemies will be destroyed. And we'll live happily ever after. No Mourna, there never will be war again.

There never will be anything again. For now Mourna men have plotted against the green hillsides in the towering mountains. They have declared war upon the flowers and the grass and the forests. They have made our planet an offer on which to sacrifice us all. In the voice of deal. I am not good at war again. If they bring it to me, I'll fight. But they'll have to bring it to me. They brought it to you, Dale. They brought it to your very home to your doorstep to the gay little blue and white curtains that you windows. And you died before you knew it. And the voice of Ray, the displaced person, the alien in a strange land. Who is my enemy now? There was my enemy once and you and Mourna. Now you are my own people surely as if I had been born among you. Who will be my enemy when this new voice comes?

You will have no enemy, Ray. What I will be none left to hate. What I love. Porn to you that you died before the war came your last sight was of the faces of those who loved you. And my own voice, speaking to you, with long last. Remembering the thoughts we had of you. Of towering 80 foot giants, swarming down upon us out of the cold black reaches of space seeking to prey upon us and conquer us in our last distress. Did you have thoughts of us as demons too? Did you think because we were another world we must be monsters, ravining for your blood? We were not. We were people like you. Don't it perhaps that with the same instincts you have, they're very same. We blow it in the summertime in the white winters. We loved individually and hated collectively as you do.

We lived. We fought. We died. Here's John a resident, watched us for so many years speculating on the possibility of life here. Where there was life, great cities, wide, peaceful farms, tall dams holding back the might of great rivers, great deserts flowering in the spring with all of dazzling levy's that can be pumped into a brief span of life. We have rivers and oceans and lakes, forests and deep valleys, great monuments to our dead giant buildings to house our living. We have music and books and great schools and statesmen. Here's John a resident of the canals that cover our planet. I saw those canals created. I saw the solid earth splash and boil beneath me. I saw the mountains melt in the rivers of molten fire. I saw the great tawny mushrooms of cloud erupt from the cloud of the ocean and I smelled the structure near it hand.

Here's there will be no more wars on our planet. Here's only silence and cold and dust that puts lots of people in the civilization. Here's only one man by tower, the last man of Mars to say the last words. The two moons that circle our planet are rising now. Phobos and Pemos, fear and madness. Death himself much is back to the black plate, cavernely, causes beside me to lay his icy fingers upon my arm. This is the end of the world and the people that you might have mistaken for your very selves. Honor us at last with your silence at the end and pray, friends of earth. Pray not for us, for that is too late. Pray for yourselves.

Go ahead, please. Here I've listened to Quiet Place, which is written and directed by Winnis Cooper. The man who spoke to you was Ernest Champel and others in the cast replied Buckley as crow, Gave it in Hayworth as Dale, a lot of stovisky as Ray. Honor was played by Claudia Morgan, Mrs. Ernest Champel. Music for Quiet Place is by Albert Berman. This present series of Quiet Place comes to land with this broadcast after more than two years. We enjoy bringing you stories to you. Thanks for your comments.

My personal gratitude to my friend and associate Bill Cooper for his writing, Council, and cooperation. Here he is, Bill Cooper. Thank you for listening to Quiet Place. Thank you for chatting. Thank you Bill McQuiddick. Thank you, Bert Berman. Thank you, Bob Dockley. And thank you, Arden Peele. I hope you'll meet again soon. For those interested, the Quiet Place themes placed on the second movement of the season 5-D-Liner Symphony. So last time, this is Ernest Champel singing, Quietly Eurus.

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