I hope there is a spoiler here,

Something to ruin reveries,

Something to undermine dreams,

And kill everyone's fantasies (but his or her own.)

For what is life but one big chain

Of fantasy after fantasy?

If not that, it should be.

But what would a beautiful picnic be

Without the ants,

And what the ointment for the stings

If not for the great gadfly in it?

What would life be

With these ruinations?

Ah yes, it would be lovely.

-jenn