The Bat—they called him the Bat.[…]. He[…]played a lone hand,[…]. Most lone wolves had a moll at any rate—women were their ruin—but if the Bat had a moll, not even the grapevine telegraph could locate her.
They were all professional to their fingertips, knew each other very well, and knew their disciplines backwards.
...plants a stake that casts no shadow, and who himself stands there unclockable, beyond the nothing-new reach of the sun.
We sing alone and together for joy, love, enlightenment or entertainment; out of grief, or hate, or for emotional and spiritual succour in a musical manifestation of the human spirit.
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