"Not mine own fears, nor the . . . nor the . . ." "... nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live..." Recruiting Officer: Sign Here. Moonlight: I will not. Recruiting Officer: Oh, you won't, eh? Why not? Moonlight: I refuse to fight your war. Recruiting Officer: My war! What the hell. . . won't you fight for your country? Moonlight: Yes. I will fight for my country. Recruiting Officer: O.K. That's better. Here ... on this line. Moonlight: But I told you I wouldn't sign it. Recruiting Officer: Look guy, I ain't got all day. I thought you said you'd fight for your country. Moonlight: I did; but you're not my country. Recruiting Officer: What the hell have I got to do with it? Moonlight: Everything. You're the only face of government I've seen - the mill cops, the dicks on the railroad . . . Recruiting Officer: Tough guy, huh? Hey, Ed, take this mug into Number Seven. (I am led down a corridor and into a large office where sits a ruddy-faced man behind a polished desk. He smiles pleasantly at me; offers a cigarette, which I refuse.) Number Seven: College Man? (I nod.) Well, that's fine. Now what's the difficulty? Moonlight: No difficulty. I refuse to fight your war. Number Seven: My war? Come, my good man, Let's get down to brass tacks. Do you have a religious objection? Moonlight: In a way. Number Seven: What do you mean by that? What church do you belong to? Moonlight: That's a good way to put it. . . 'belong' to. Number Seven: Well, what is it? Moonlight: I belong to no church. Number Seven: Ah! Then what did you mean by saying you had a religious objection? Moonlight: I didn't. I said, 'in a way.' Number Seven: All right. Let's have it. Moonlight: I believe in mankind. Number Seven: Now, what the hell kind of an answer is that? Moonlight: It's the only answer. Random selections from The Journal of Albion Moonlight by Kenneth Patched