 And oh my people, out yonder, hear me. They do not love your neck, unnoosed and straight. So love your neck, put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it, and hold it up. And all your inside parts, that they just as soon slopped for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver, love it, love it, and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than I...