Partner

None fare well in the Queue who queue alone. One must have a partner, to hold one’s place if one steps out for a moment, and you will do the same for them, allies in the Great Wait. And when you grow old and infirm in the Queue, to support each other, and if it comes to it, drop out of the Queue a while for their sake, supporting them even if you must lose a hundred places, or a thousand.

For greater love hath no man than this, that he lose his place in the Queue for a friend.

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Chain

I was in a taxi the other day, and the driver told me that he had had that David Attenborough in his car last week, who told him of a book in which Marco Polo recounted a story he had from an old Chinese nobleman, whose grandfather told him he had once known a sailor who had journeyed to the Western edge of the world, to the Land of Anger, or as they call it, Ire-Land, where he had seen the grave of St. Elvis who, the monks told him, would return at the hour of the world's greatest need.

So it must be true.

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Image: The church of St. Ailbe of Emly.