It is fair to say that the similar gusts such are fate may one day bring equal fortune to ourselves as well.

This underling of Sisyphus, shuttering himself to and fro as upon the wings of the most modern of conveyances, is but a mote of dust, but even less significant, as his visage and patronymic may soon pass into the ghostly corners of our remembrances, only to make a reappearance as mere trivia upon which we may voice,…