…With one last roar of bitterness and pain,

King March lets go, of his life as he knew it,

of everything that went before and understood

Lord Tiresias’ wise words

that were concerned with pleasure.

“Pleasure, not this agony of Regal state in which

My subjects below me run into shadows, hide in corners

and bow to me because I force them too, because

I am damned to always believe them to be

nothing more than baseless, they do not understand the

relating pressure I feel as lord of this once