They struck against each other; at that point,
each turned around and, wheeling back those weights,
cried out: ``Why do you hoard?'' ``Why do you squander?''

So did they move around the sorry circle
from left to right to the opposing point;
again, again they cried their chant of scorn;

and so, when each of them had changed positions,
he circled halfway back to his next joust.

--Dante Inferno

Come one, come all, join the party, 'cause there's not much left to wait for. There is no future, none at all, so do what amuses you. I'm going to kick off in style.

And my buddy next door's gonna join me. He's a good warm fellow Hot blooded, actually, but that's not important. Good company, much better than that horrible gossip who would ruin my reputation, if I had one. Oh well. Everything's forgiven on the last day of the world.

Not my neighbor, though. He's going to to save money. I hate him. What he wants to do is to put this legislation in place. He's going to make sure nobody ever has fun again. Oh well. Too late!