a new and glories path lay before are anti-hero. he stumbles in to his new role bright eyed and tale all a bush. the pilgrim shuffles threw the various paper that laid sprawled across his desk, "efficiency is the key to my woes and a hero to those of my ilk" but he knows as he puts all the papers in a stack as efficaciously as possible that it is merely another diversion. the narrator, parecelsus shakes his head in woe. he knows that there will be no story today.