Everything is vanity and decay.

I was good. You were great.

You and your whole rotten class.

you with your rottenness your secret vices

Taking them off the dead, flat pages.

the like of which I have never seen before and expect rarely to see again.

Photographer Brian Romeijn captures the decaying 'Orient Express' train

Just enough to make him forget his loyalty to his... dirty, rotten, capitalistic country.

New life springs up and everything old decays, but a modern man is naturally not afraid to face these facts.

I wanted a simple way to represent a living body inhabiting these decaying, derelict spaces.

If you ask them to reform the economies, they're not going to reform it because they benefit from the rotten status quo.

Elizabeth has realized, and she's coming face to face with her own sense of jealousy, her own sense of mortality.

The train carriage and locomotive have been left to rot at a train yard in Belgium, attracting urban explorers

I'm also convinced that, in an age of computer manipulation, surrealism has become banal, a shadow of its former self.

So from now on, Mr. Bomasch, you've got to make up your mind... whether to keep your armor plating or let it go rusty.

Yes, my nephew Albert Langlois... who was tortured at ChaulieusurLoire.

I don't know...

something eternal.

It will make you immortal.

The church has been given an explicit promise of immortality.

Everything's rotten.

So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption it is raised in incorruption.

So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption it is raised in incorruption.

So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption it is raised in incorruption

So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption it is raised in incorruption

No one of us is immortal.

The immortal bard, Pinkie.

Yes, I really might go to Chaulieu for a bit.

That provincial wit of yours.

You are now immortal.

You've split us right down the middle. How?

To become immortal, and then die.

Tell me, Thérèse... Tell me you're pleased to be going to Chaulieu with me

Chaulieu... the village of ChaulieusurLoire is it still the same?

and traded the glory of the incorruptible God for the likeness of an image of corruptible man, and of birds, and four footed animals, and creeping things.

and traded the glory of the incorruptible God for the likeness of an image of corruptible man, and of birds, and four footed animals, and creeping things.

And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things.

And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things.

Now I say this, brothers, that flesh and blood can't inherit the Kingdom of God neither does corruption inherit incorruption.

For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.

Now I say this, brothers, that flesh and blood can't inherit the Kingdom of God neither does corruption inherit incorruption.

Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.

Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.

For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.

Eternal memory to the fallen fighters!