Too Late

Has our time come?, I ask W. – 'Ages ago', he says. Then what's keeping them? 'The judgement came too late', says W. 'There are no hangmen, no firing squad. The army have all deserted their posts. The very institutions of the law are deserted, their doors swinging open, files blowing about in the wind'.

Then who will pass sentence? – 'There's no one to pass sentence'. Who will lead us to our cells? – 'There's no one to lead us to our cells'. Then are we to strangle ourselves? – 'I'll strangle you, and you strangle me, and we'll see where that gets us', says W.