Hoping To Live Days Of Greater Happiness, I Forget That Days Of Less Happiness Are Passing By.
Time Is A Sort Of River Of Passing Events, And Strong Is Its Current; No Sooner Is A Thing Brought To Sight Than It Is Swept By And Another Takes Its Place, And This Too Will Be Swept Away.
I Was Leaving The Belfast Court, Where I Had Been Called To Answer A Very Flimsy Charge, Later Dismissed. You're Relatively Safe In Such Areas In The Irish Community, But To Go To Downtown Belfast For Me Is Dangerous. My Appearance In Court Had Been Well Advertised By The Police. I Think It Was Too Much Of A Coincidence That The People Who Shot Me Were Just Passing By.
