If perdition indeed holds a place for faces such as mine, the lines of which are the essence of a depressing viewpoint, then I openly welcome my fate. Lucifer, set my plate somewhere between Dickinson and Twain so I may learn from their sardonic wit just what it means to be human and what it means to love and to feel and to reel against it all and to fall and to rise again over and over till the end of time in the sublime ecstasy of the soul's droll brilliance.