Perhaps an equivalent influence on Davies is the movie The Night of the Hunter and its arsenal of neoprimitive, childlike imagery and rural, homespun folk poetry--its starry skies and oversized moon, its troubled Christianity, its lyricized and almost generic treatment of madness, its period street scenes that remind you of magazine ads for hair tonic and talcum powder.

Touches of anime, including toys, enliven the otherwise neutral room where diners at the bar can watch the pancakes sizzle on a teppan griddle […]

These shoeless gladiators shoot the works or as they themselves term it go for broke in each game. They battle for every inch ...

I make my pilgrimage to Thee O God, Who art the pilgrim's hope! Praised be the Virgin, sweet and pure! Be gracious to the pilgrimage.