Seems like they's enough death in the world." He pressed his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Seems like they's something dead in me.

They's an ache that goes ringin' in my head.
They's a sort of hollow feelin' inside me.

And I keep thinkin' about times when I was a kid and got hurt and cried." He drew a deep breath.
"Oh, my God, Haw-Haw, I'd give most anything if I could bust out cryin' now!" While Mac Strann stood with his eyes closed, speaking his words slowly, syllable by syllable, like the tolling of a bell, Haw-Haw Langley stood with parted lips--like the spirit of famine drinking deep; joy unutterable was glittering in his eyes.
"If Jerry'd wanted me to get this Barry, he'd of said so," repeated Mac Strann.

"But he didn't." He turned towards the dead face.