:001: Mannesque perhaps ?
But mow the time is nigh and we head to Paisley with a mixture of hope, passion, anticipation and dread in our hearts nand as Walt Whitman once lyrically read to me:
As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud, a dread beyond of I know not what darkens me. I shall go forth,
I shall traverse the SPL awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will suddenly cease.
O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? --and yet it is enough, O soul; O soul, we have positively appear'd--that is enough.
Amen to that.