72.

The way most people have only one good joke, London tells only one lie.

From the monastery ramparts he sees everything – countryside for miles around; ocean to the west; the past, present, future. And Havana. Occasionally as a vision and more frequently to the east, attempting a self-stoning ritual with the ricochets from his bedroom window. I repent, she screams.

…And the last shall be –

The first step to self-sacrifice is forgetfulness.