a solitary drinker sat at the last table outside the last cafe at the end of the world, staring down at the last drops of liquid in his glass.
his reverie was interrupted by the arrival of a pirate pushing a shopping cart full of pineapples.
why so sad, solitary drinker? asked the pirate.
the drinker made no answer but only nodded sadly.
a new day is coming, the pirate announced. where you now see only desolation, new cities will emerge, and new nations.
little children will laugh in the sunshine, songs will be sung, trumpets will blow and banners wave, mighty armies will clash in mighty battles, empires will emerge and poets sing their glories in words that will ring down the centuries. life will once again be a festival, in which all will be invited to take part. so take heart, and i bid you good day.
the pirate moved on with his shopping cart.
the drinker looked down at his glass. the last drop had evaporated.
the glass was empty.
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