Well. Here’s something. Alexander Dowie, coming with Elijah to save my soul. God’s curse on you, bitch’s bastard. None are so blind as those who claim to see. Dowie. Are you a god or a doggone clod? I don’t need you to sense the cosmic force for me. I don’t have cold feet about the cosmos. Come and get me! Go ahead and try, I shun the light; lets see what you can make of that! Come on Cosmos, use that force on me! Come get me God damn it. Are you up for it? Do you have cold feet? I’m willing, now force me!