The Ankle-Biter's Guide to Slithering
THE SPEECH
THE PROBLEM WITH DISILLUSION is it's something you invited to the dinner table, and it has treated itself to a quiet smorgasbord while you've distracted yourself with maps of hope, only to snap out of it and find the thing has eaten away your legs. There's no way in hell those maps are going to help you if you can't even move, so you might as well burn them in the vain attempt to keep yourself warm—staying warm is one of the most important aspects of treating shock—so reconcile yourself now to the fact that you have no hope left, and with no hope there is no future. Suddenly that wee little ankle-biter you thought you had under your heel is now a mower in the field of dreams and all the world is snoring because they just couldn't be bother
