A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare,
His progress through the world is trouble and care;
And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where.
If we do well here, we shall do well there:
I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year.
-- John Edwin (1749-1790)
-- The Eccentricities of John Edwin (second edition),
-- Vol. i, p. -- 74, London, 1791
So you think you know great, nail-biting exciteme you think you know
truly abject fear, you think you know total and complete despair, you think
you know the incredibly degenerate underside of this world we live in, and the
ridiculously despicable lengths that your fellow man can sink to, more rotten,
more putrid than the lowest form of fungus....