It’s Dostoyevskian and it is definitely a thing of fighting fit emotional people – the time has wound itself down now, having SOUNDED ITSELF right the way OUT. Their ultimate ultimatum has come and gone AGAIN and at rigorous AND BEGGING TO BE rEaL pace; wrought iron and they really need
To think of a different thing altogether, because… they’ve been understandably taken to the brink
Of, actually.. what IS utterly unthinkABLE(!) Catastrophe at purely and mutely Antagonised pace, only it wishes to remain — fIgHtiNgFiT
And INside of their, you guessed it: Dostoyevskian brains.