they that shooten nearest the prick

The party kicked off when the third bottle of wine was opened.

[Poetry] transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes: its secret alchemy turns to potable gold the poisonous waters which flow from death through life; it strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bare the naked and sleeping beauty, which is the spirit of its forms.

I went on to how Harold used to work in security on the building; he used to see Andy in the underground car-park vacking the sick out of the Merc.