...of times, it was the worst...
A SUICIDE BOMBER STRUCK THE BAGHDAD BOOK MARKET.
...burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean...
...it was the spring... it was the winter of despair...
IT SENT UP A HUGE PILLAR OF BLACK SMOKE AS FLAMES...
...it was the season of Darkness...
PAGES FROM THE BOOK MARKET WERE FLOATING THROUGH THE AIR.
...it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief...
PIECES OF FLESH AND THE REMAINS OF BOOKS WERE SCATTERED EVERYWHERE.
...all going direct to heaven...
...Someday we’ll stop making the funeral pyres...
Text taken from A Tale of Two Cities, Fahrenheit 451 and The Associated Press, March 5, 2007
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