Re-watching this series and knowing how it ends, it’s more appropriate, perhaps, to describe how I recall feeling after first watching this episode air...or even how I imagine first-time-viewers may feel heading towards the series finale. So I’ll leave this Weldon Keys poem:
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No butler, no second maid, no blood upon the stair. No eccentric aunt, no gardener, no family friend Smiling among the bric-a-brac and murder. Only a suburban house with the front door open And a dog barking at a squirrel, and the cars Passing. The corpse quite dead. The wife in Florida.
Consider the clues: the potato masher in a vase, The torn photograph of a Wesleyan basketball team, Scattered with check stubs in the hall; The unsent fan letter to Shirley Temple, The Hoover button on the lapel of the deceased, The note: “To be killed this way is quite all right with me.”
Small wonder that the case remains unsolved, Or that the sleuth, Le Roux, is now incurably insane, And sits alone in a white room in a white gown, Screaming that all the world is mad, that clues
Lead nowhere, or to walls so high their tops cannot be seen;
Screaming all day of war, screaming that nothing can be solved.” –– Weldon Keys
Review by oftenevilBlockedParent2019-11-08T23:02:34Z
Re-watching this series and knowing how it ends, it’s more appropriate, perhaps, to describe how I recall feeling after first watching this episode air...or even how I imagine first-time-viewers may feel heading towards the series finale. So I’ll leave this Weldon Keys poem:
—
No butler, no second maid, no blood upon the stair.
No eccentric aunt, no gardener, no family friend
Smiling among the bric-a-brac and murder.
Only a suburban house with the front door open
And a dog barking at a squirrel, and the cars Passing.
The corpse quite dead. The wife in Florida.
Consider the clues: the potato masher in a vase,
The torn photograph of a Wesleyan basketball team,
Scattered with check stubs in the hall;
The unsent fan letter to Shirley Temple,
The Hoover button on the lapel of the deceased,
The note: “To be killed this way is quite all right with me.”
Small wonder that the case remains unsolved,
Or that the sleuth, Le Roux, is now incurably insane,
And sits alone in a white room in a white gown,
Screaming that all the world is mad, that clues
Lead nowhere, or to walls so high their tops
cannot be seen;
Screaming all day of war, screaming that
nothing can be solved.” –– Weldon Keys