The word appeared on the horizon like an avenging angel. Cast in
sinewy, bold script, the sight was imposing and frightening. At
last the Heavens deigned speak to man, and it merely announced a
great anti-climax. People flocked to the beaches and huddled in
droves, pointing small fingers at the missive. What did it mean?
The assembled crowd was at a loss to decipher its meaning until a
third-year French student appeaed in its midst. With the sonorous
relish characteristic of Gallic pronunciation, he read aloud:
"C'est Finis! The end. This is it." And nothing became the only
tomorrow.
