Underground, like everywhere else.

And the gardens, like everything else, were deserted.

Keeping him from swallowing up the Half Moon the way he swallowed up every other piece of grazing land.

Is there a view like this in all the world, Helen?

Like me?

Others, they twitter like birds (chirrups)

and you shall break down their altars, and dash in pieces their pillars, and burn their Asherim with fire and you shall cut down the engraved images of their gods and you shall destroy their name out of that place.

and you shall break down their altars, and dash in pieces their pillars, and burn their Asherim with fire and you shall cut down the engraved images of their gods and you shall destroy their name out of that place.

And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.

And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.

There is still an enduring need, even after the television cameras have gone elsewhere.

The place is like a graveyard.

But in some places I've been...

Doesn't he?

It's so unfair that they should send you to a place like that.

Well, the Davids of this world merely occupy space, which is why he was the perfect victim for the perfect murder.

Shake him down from some other burg.

When he leaves his place, you're to stick to him like glue.

Lovely places like this.

No, other places too.

It seems that everyone likes to be generous in welcoming guests to their home.

Over on the Northside, they were shootin' 'em in pairs, like a brace of ducks.

It's going to be looked at by this camera, analyze his movements, it's going to let Dan bring out all the different aspects of his music that he wants to.

Like any other man, only more so.

View your images easily

We have names for places where people don't exist.

One thing about this place, it's like the office.

Yes, a place like this.

You see, in a place such as this...

He might be at any number of places.

Yes.

Then somewhere else perhaps.

You know what they say, there is nothing like home.

I want to be cremated... like my father... and my ashes scattered in the same place.

Alive, like everyone else.

Like anyone who's alive.

Sex is a place you go. It's a space you enter inside yourself and with another, or others.

She seldom goes to that sort of place.

Then I went somewhere else.

Maybe there were other fires.

but he could be in another house.

A boy very much like his father.

You weren't real. I made you up like everything else.

Or you can go to places like this.

Have we anything like it in Russia?