Slingers and Slingstones

When spring is asleep it palely awakens In fields of fire the final battle will cease And a wonderful morning from valley to hillside Will rise up in singing and in joy. The sun will stand still…

Meg:Well—it’s very, very nice to be here tonight, in my house, and I want to propose a toast to Stanley, because it’s his birthday, and he’s lived here for a long while now, and he’s my Stanley now…