And I was kind of playing around with mythical--
there's a lot of ways in which Krazy is always
envisioning Ignatz as this icon of the past.
She'll see a sphinx or something with his image on it.
And so this is one of those, kind of [INAUDIBLE]..
"Afterwards, Ignatz rose.
And without taking his leave of them,
open the sliding glass door and vanished
onto that lightless beach.
And there were those who later said that he never
opened that door--
that the molecules of glass parted at his touch.
Or still others, that he stepped through the glass door
as some of his brothers might move swiftly through a downpour
while never being wetted.
For as his brothers were to the common run of men, so
it is said that Ignatz was to his brothers.
But these were only tales told by those
who through laziness, or envy, or through a foolish desire,
will seek enchantment in any action
beyond their own abilities.
Such men thirst for wonders as others thirst for gin.
And their stories are not explanations
but that heady brew of their own desiring.
For the fact was, that Ignatz slid open the door,
stepped through, and slid it shut again so
smoothly and swiftly that to distinguish
one action from the other would be
to count the blades of a flying helicopter.
And that good door, well-greased in its gasket,
did not betray him by a single ill-timed creak.
To that by the time that they saw that he had gone from them,
his dark head was already lost in the black waves of sand
and the black waves of water.
And even then, there were those who would have gone after him
and had risen from their seats with brave and defiant words.
But they were stayed by the wise counsels of others,
who admonished them that it would be as well to tether
an 18-wheeler with a filament of spider web
as to dissuade Ignatz with their pleading
from his chosen itinerary."