“I say that the moon come first. The moon come before the stars. The moon come even before the sun, I say. And before that the world was bleak, my hearty. The world was dark. The lions slept next to the lambs because the lions could not see their supper. Men bumped about in their Sunday clothing with nowhere to go and the world was filled with confusion. Women wore long dresses and carried parasols for no good reason so far as they could see. All was bewilderment.”

—Edward Chupak, Silver: My Own Tale as Written by Me with a Goodly Amount of Murder, 2008.