It was nearer the third act of this one chap’s life that I overheard him in his back courtyard discoursing thusly, “Entombed, entombed is what I am…I am not yet dead yet I am entombed – in ME!”
Gods were the first celebrities, and history the original National Inquirer.
For those of you who may begin to think “you’ve seen it all,” put your cerebral molars to this one: I know of a planet where they have toll call first thing every morning, and if you’re marked down an absent, you can’t answer when your name is called.
A man with
no axe to grind
is a man
with no axe.