Am I dying or is this my birthday?
Goodbye dearie, I shall see you later.
Well, gentlemen, you are about to see a baked Appel.
Tell General von Schouwen that the president of Chile does not flee in a plane. As he knows how a soldier should act, I will know how to fulfill my duty as president of the republic.
Waiting are they? Waiting are they? Well - let 'em wait.
Is it not meningitis?
Smite my womb.
See in what peace a Christian can die.
This is the last of earth! I am content.
Thomas Jefferson survives.
