You turn pandemonium. Into pantomime for one. Twenty years ago I used your soap. So what!. You've got a name for it. Yesterday goes on and on. Inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea.
This man is at the door of hell...somehow it seems to be his destination after a life of subtle stubbornness. he doesn't expect to find himself waking up out of a dream...he doesn't expect to pi.