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VII A new suit of clothes wouldn't help me out much and even a set of wings would still leave me looking like John Farmers gargoyle scare crow in his Sunday best. Most of those who die are in a pretty dilapitated condition, racked by illness or the parasites system (which is all the same) and the angelic expression is far removed. Possibly, however, when they get over these they start growing there they start growing young and wind-up with a pair of wings and a pair of diapers. How's that for fantasy? But we are living in realites and the unemployed army of 10 million plus is growing - and the gallon and half of stew the Pearl Street restaurant dumpped in the swill-barrel didn't last five minutes...