As he lay beside the tracks Friday evening, Ms. Lomeli said, her father called and told her that some of the bloodied, crying souls around him were people he had seen most days, sipping coffee or chatting on the train.
The conditions were awful: countless crying souls crammed into a van, oppressive heat making the lack of food and water during the 70-hour journey even more unbearable.
In Iraq, under the old regime, fedayeen militiamen and other fanatics used to cry, "My soul and blood I sacrifice for you, O Saddam!" The soccer fans changed only the last word: their souls and blood would be sacrificed for Iraq.
Read "Its not me thats crying Its my soul" in a teenager's exercise book and you wouldn't be likely to nod gravely over the sentiment for very long.
The bad stuff - say, a comedy about the aftermath of Hiroshima (I'm not making that up) - leaves your soul crying out for something sublime, or at the very least a play that allows you to use your brain a little and gives your heart muscles a workout.
I'm going to assume that somewhere behind the paragraphs of misspelled offers of search engine optimization or male enhancement meds or Prince Mbale Ntubu's missing Nigerian fortune there is a lonely soul crying out for connection, however fleeting.
Kate Martin, head ranger for the National Trust at Formby, remembers the first time she heard seals as a child, "and being petrified by the sounds of what I thought was drowned souls crying out from the watery depths, until my Mum told me that it was just the grey seals calling to each other on the rocks below".
The separatists' March 2000 site, the top one, appears to show a thousand damned souls crying out in pain and horror, trapped inside the Bloc Quebecois logo.
The hand then pushes down hard on a bunch of the ducks, and the resulting collective scream sounds like a million souls crying out in agony all at once, only filtered through a kazoo.
His soul was crying yet nobody heard his weep.
