The Last Rent Day.

Verily, the result would be not dissimilar to that cosmic crash scheduled by the ancient pessimists to occur on the last rent day when certain celestial soloists will announce, per trombo, the grand foreclosure of the mundane mortgage, and the audience and auditorium will disperse without notice.

But if it Were possible to gather all these “birds of the air” together and produce the greatest array of crashed bands ever offered to the public forbearance, I fear that when they pulled the cork out, the rebound would catch them in the wind and knock them back ten thousand runs, right to the mussel-bound era of music.