Any defeatist attitude would do but accepting platitudes was not a speciality of mine. The speciality of the house most nearly ran around in circles with its head chopped off, Chicken-Licken still yelling that the sky was falling after it already had for him.A falling sky or fallen arches still didn't destroy the basic baroque of the Architect's archetypal scheme. His scheme was always open to counter-schemes. You could go completely counter to your previous plan and still be counter-clockwise to His scheme of things.
Things had not gone well last time. I would have been gone, but I still got going in the clutches of the best catcher in the league. And in His league was my last chance and my closest listeners, listening attentively, one might believe, unless one knew better, like I did.
I intended to let them know I knew better.