Aisling: It took my mother. It takes everything. You'll die.
Aidan: Me and white Pangur / Two who relish bundles of art / Me pursuing that which does not come easy / Slippery Pangur hunts prey / Fame or repute I seek not / As I turn ink into glowing light / Little does Pangur value the words of a prophet / He would much prefer a mouse to a book.
Aidan: When they come, all we can do is run and hope that we are fast enough.
