 Don't be angry now. I'm raving like a real lunatic, I'm thinking. The sorrow you put me in is as my brain's drownded in grief. Tell me it's a lie I'm saying. That's what I'm after coming to hear you say. A lie? What? All the badness you told me two days back. Sure it must be a lie. You was only making game of me, wasn't you? Tell me it was a lie, Anna, and I'll be saying prayers of thanks on my two knees to the Almighty God. I can't, Matt.