ARTHUR You will not find me tinkering in the workshop or watching from the platform in the rain, but listen for me when the whistle blows, remember, when you hear the steam train. Clickety clack, clickety clack,
For Al. Master of the earth The Devil mocks me sneering, "'Master of the Earth' he calls, why you are but a humble ploughman, boring, predictable, very slow, mature and sure as you travel four corners of your pathetic world,