My Vestigial Tale, Compassion

My vestigial tale, Compassion,
Didn't do me any good.

Far from being an atavistic flourish,
It was neither use nor ornament:

It just got in the way.





There are problems in these times
But, ooh, none of them are mine
Oh, baby, I’m beginning to see the light

                                        Beginning to see the light The Velvet Underground



 



                                                      I will go and join the Eloi, and curl up nice and warm.

 

 

Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night.

Exit