“LET ALL MORTAL FLESH KEEP SILENT”: SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THIS. The dystopia story is finished. Probably you all have seen my warning by now: This story is distressing in about six different ways. I think it’s worth writing, but I do realize in a healthier age it would probably have ended up on the Index. (Then again, in a healthier age I doubt it would have been written at all.) So: the final section is here, and the story as a whole is here. There are lingering problems with this story–problems of pacing, problems of motivation and underexplanation (I think coyness might be my biggest weakness as an author), and a possible theological problem at the very end–but I think it has potential to be one of my best so far. For what that’s worth.

My heart is by dejection, clay;
And by selfe-murder, red.