:08:01
My mind is going.
:08:10
There is no question about it.
:08:24
I can feel it.
:08:33
I can feel it.
:08:39
I can feel it.
:08:51
I'm afraid.
:09:01
And the monkey sat
on a pile of stone
:09:10
And he stared at the broken bone
in his hand
:09:18
And the strains of a Viennese quartet
rang out across the land
:09:37
And the monkey looked up
at the stars
:09:46
And he thought to himself
:09:49
Memory is a stranger
:09:55
History is for fools