I have nothing to offer you but the Four Biles: blood and sweat and tears and W.C.
A doorman appeared from behind a fern that had been handed down from Pharaoh.
"Something funny, Mac?"
"Not very. It's just that I've lost my mind."
"People have lost everything else in this damned hall!"
He went away.
Out in back, I suppose he had a boat to ferry people across the Styx.
Soon I stumbled to the skirling thoroughfare and waved at cabs until one stopped.
Or maybe it was a hearse.