It feels like every plodding jungle bootstep of Che and his band of rebels is shown, but we never really get to know the man whose face launched a million T-shirts.

[…] she casteth the rest into the fire, and there withall sodainely flings herselfe into it: Which is no sooner done, but the people cast great store of Faggots and Billets vpon hir, lest she should languish over-long […]

These words, bread and cheese, were their neck verse or shibboleth to distinguish them; all pronouncing broad and cause, being presently put to death.

The Gifts of Nature are beyond all the Shams and Shuffles in the World.