The man burns in 66 days, and another year for me will be over. I hope he stands tall as the flames take him. Stands all the way to the end with his arms stretched up high, reaching. The flames take him and the crowd rushes in to dance in the fires of his ruin; heathens crowded 'round the try works, dancing like sparks shot high by a wind-blown forest fire jumping the freeway, throwing shadows that look very like the crazy demons we are. All howling and rolling their terrible eyes! Gnashing their terrible teeth! Toll the bells! The Man! He burns!

If I run out of money quick I can make it...