"HE SAT ON A CHAIR WITH A SHOT-GUN POINTED TO HIS HEAD"

SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE

"HE DIDN'T PULL THE TRIGGER, BECAUSE THE BULLET DIDN'T COST THE PRICE OF HIS MIND. IT WAS WORTH A DOLLAR!" HIS MIND NOT EVEN THE INFINITE REGRESS OF ETERNITY. SO HE DRANK A BOTTLE OF STOLEN BOMBAY GIN! SO HE SAVED HIS LIFE, AND DID NOT WASTE A BULLET. ALL THIS ON THE CHRISTMAS EVE, THOUGH HE WAS LONELY, SOLITARY MAN, A DESOLATE HERMIT--READING HIS CATECHISM, AND PRAYING WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES THAT ALL SHALL BE WELL IN A MANNER OF TIME, THOUGH UNEMPLOYED LIVING FROM ALLEY TO ALLEY, WITH A GUN FOR SELF-DEFENSE. THE CATS LICKED HIS WOUNDS. THE DOGS WHO WOULD BE NEAR HIM, KEPT HIM WARM AT NIGHT.
HIS WIFE FLED TO HER FAMILY WITH HIS CHILDREN. HE NOW COUNTS HIS LIFE A BLESSSING, THAT NOW HE WAS MADE BORN ALIVE!


---CYPRIAN EUSTACE LEE