Prologue – Marianne Faithfull (“A Secret Life” version)By Midway, this way of life we’re bound uponI woke to find myself in a dark woodWhere the right road was wholly lost, and goneAye me, how hard to speak of itThat rude and rough and stubborn forestThe mere breath of memory stirs the old fear in the bloodBut when, at last, I stood beneath a steep hillsideWhich closed that valley’s wandering mazeWhose dread had pierced me to the heart root deepThen I looked up, and saw the morning raysMantle its shoulder from that planet brightWhich guides men’s feet arightOn all their ways www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20