The Headless Bust: A Melancholy Meditation for the False Millennium

As we wander off with Edward Gorey into the next millennium our reasons for being here are far from clear. Nevertheless, the master craftsmen is at his best . . Ere the last guest was fin’lly gone.Ça va, hélas, from bad to worse: Adieu to prose, alló to verse. The Bahhumbug with lack of tact. Now called attention to the fact, Which made it feel to Edmund Gravel. He was already to unravel