Actaea

And this aristocrat looked like this in his better years. No sooner had I written this short allegory than life, in its usual manner, immediately struck this young, foolish, and unfortunate man with a mean and unexpected blow. The engine hasn't burned out yet, but it is close to it, and fuel is rapidly leaking from the punctured tank. Once again, he wants to stop, but the darkness and despair pursuing him from behind are terrifying, while a small source of light glimmering somewhere ahead still leaves hope for the best.

In short, I will need some time to recover.