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“Bring me your Ciclopas, all your Ciclopas,
I wanna love them too, you know
Bring me your Gasing Alices, all your Gasing Alices,
I wanna love them too, you know….”
Down and out downtown…….
Hey, I was flyin'
Over Hyland Point
Then Susiman finished
And I crashed again…
Do you think a great city endures? (NO. EVEN A CITY CONSISTING OF 15 MAPS DID NOT ENDURE)
Or a teeming manufacturing state? or a prepared constitution? or
the best built steamships? (NO. NO. NOPE. IT'S A PITY WE DON'T HAVE SHIPS)
Or hotels of granite and iron? or any chef-d'oeuvres of engineering,
forts, armaments? (NO)
Away! these are not to be cherish'd for themselves,
They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play for
them,
The show passes, all does well enough of course (TILL WE HAVE ELECTRICITY),
All does very well till one flash of ZOMBIES.
And the dead advance as much as the living advance (IF YOU ADD THE LOST SKILL POINTS – AND SOME ADDITIONAL ONES, SAY, YOU DO NOT REMEMBER HOW MANY OF THEM YOU HAD BEFORE, HONESTLY – AFTER YOUR DEATH, YOU, OF COURSE, ADVANCE EVEN MORE THAT THE LIVING),
And the future is no more uncertain than the present (YEP, NO CERTAINTY AT ALL),
For the roughness of the earth and of man encloses as much as the delicatesse of the earth and of man (WE ARE ROUGH AND DELICATE AT THE SAME TIME DURING THE ERA OF APOCALYPSE, MY DEAR OBJORKA),
And nothing endures but personal qualities (IF YOU CHOSE GOOD PERSONAL QUALITIES – NOT THE ONES THE FIRST CVALDA AND VALENTINA CHOSE – YOU WILL ENDURE).
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
However, Rosita shall rise again…new, brave, strong and still fashionable. And Maggie, the President, former Hedgehog, will always remain. And, oh Lord, let them both live until the winter!