A CHANCE MEETING I just called to meet you, friend The means justify the end. It’s funny that we should meet by chance, like this. Who knows the rudiments of the scheme, the pawns moved in the Field. For us to meet like this and yield a bountiful yield. For planning and commitment over ages have gone before Through fire and sins and thick and thin Our paths were meant to cross Exchanges of information, a nod, a wink, a move. And yet there’s no-one else around who would notice such a move. I just...