Anything you say sounds like the understatement of the century. But to get all hyperbolic would be to hint dreadfully at the truth that no hyperbole whatsoever is possible—that is, it’s hopelessly impossible to exaggerate the unprecedented impact of those drums. And the sinister, amused, helpless, defeated, worshipful, ecstatic, awed, snide, reeling, happy, criminal, resigned, insinuating tone of the message of those drums. And above all we don’t wish to make the grave error of hinting at the truth of those drums and then, perhaps, give way to panic. Panic at the ultimateness—panic at the fact that in those drums, and with those drums, and before those drums,and above all because of those drums, the world is ending. That one is one we don’t touch—the apocalypse all around us. These concepts are wound up inside the word “serious” like the rubber bands packed explosively inside a golf ball.
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