
White Coneman: “Look at them, all blissful and blind to what is to come, unaware of what shall happen on these snows…”

Cousin G: “That's a little alarming, what do you mean, what do you know?”

White Coneman: “I don't mean much, I don't know much, but something always happens”

Cousin G: “Please don't make something happen, stick to dire announcements, if you’d be so kind”