ABSTRACT
According to my lights, a last chapter should resemble a primitive orgy after harvest. The work may have come to an end but the worker cannot let go all at once. He is still full of energy that will fester if it cannot find an outlet. Accordingly he is allowed a time of licence, when he may say all sorts of things he would think twice before saying in more sober moments, when he is no longer bound by logic and evidence but free to speculate.1
