Today marks the end of a glorious multimillennial history, and perhaps the richest tradition known to — is there no hope for the West — this is E.E. Tone, for A Voice in the Wilderness, reporting live, from Jerusalem — Pan — Mister Chancellor, your reactions, please — demonium — will it recover — can it even survive — over to you, in the studio — a lot of people are wondering — what does this mean for the rest of us, John—19—and for that, we turn to — mass death and rioting in the north of—39—has yet to comment — at present we have no official count — numbering toll — however experts estimate Midnight Eastern Standard Time, TOD (Time Of Death)—triage carnage age age age — a most sorrowful Xmas, indeed, Deborah—Misses Clauses in a fierce stumble, the oldest and ugliest of them leading the seething pack…they’re in pursuit, as you can hear small arms fire from just behind me, and what appears to be, yes, it’s a—I imagine the weather isn’t helping any, Helen — no, I imagine it’s not, John—Misses Clauses, all of them they’re massing into one giant Misses Claus, a grannywhite monster; they’re separate, individuated though nearidentical, and also one total woman, a great grayed grannywhite lumbering mutant with a full million eyes behind a hundred thousand pairs of glasses of every prescription, in orthopedic shoes and an apron giganticized out of their frocks that obliterates the horizon smeared in blood and in chocolate, their pearls’ strands whipping a weapon in the gusts against which it surges, past Utica toward Rockaway Avenue further, they surge forth, their din does, everywhere: Boro Park, the thorny crowns and heights of Crown Heights, Midwood and Brighton Beach down to Seagate north to Williamsburg then straight through to the borough of Queens and on to bury Long Island, the furthest Rockaway, through Hewlett and Woodmere and Lawrence, down south then, through the bedroom communities and all the commuters beached down in Ventnor and Margate and Longport in Joysey, all the way out west in Los Angeles and even more south now to Miami and the Beaches of Miami and Palm and Mexico and Panama and Rio on the water then over it to Golders Green, London, Manchester, Edinburgh and Dublin, then Amsterdam and Paris, its perfumed bodies stacked along Rue Captain Dreyfus, further east to Berlin, Karl Marx Allee a disaster, the Empire’s Vienna, better Buda than Pest then Prague, onto Kraków and Warsaw and Russia even and Shanghai and Sydney and Johannesburg, too — and even in Eden, which is now known as Iraq, with its wadis and palms and its explosives and madness, unto Tel Aviv and Jerusalem Herself, from the German Colony unto Mattersdorf, O the onehundred gates, the gushes from Gush, Bnai Brak with no one to fix…emptied of them, emptied of us, every city and Siburb and village and town made a cemetery, a house of mourning roofed by the sky for the sitting of shiva for seven days and seven nights accompanied by no one and nothing save this very noise, its surge: all the gossip, the telephone, the radio, the shrieks of the screen. How to — Any word describe on the feelings survivors here today — No What survivors we can — Authorities make out at this are of course distance on the scene — This and attempting seems to me to be — An even the most of profound — Reports global significance from Russia are in — Our and statistics — Let’s go to show the — Do we map have any idea — An act as to what or who we’re of unparalleled dealing with Terrorism scope on an international The scale President is scheduled to address the nation tonight at ten from the White House and of course Stay tuned we’ll be bringing it to you for further developments You’re live We apologize for This technical is difficulties watching — How is It’s much this possible too? early Let’s for not anything be too hasty except in our judgment I’d hesitate speculation to say No comment://dot.comment—
