Interlude: and in The End; the Revenge of Billy Pilgrim

in Wonderland

"Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger."

-the Author

Indited as a Freak of All Trades

There's no earthly way of knowing

 Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're rowing

Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining?

Is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Are the fires of hell a-glowing?

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes! The danger must be growing

 For the rowers keep on rowing

And they're certainly not showing

Any signs that they are slowing!

The Suspense is Terrible... I hope it'll last.