Beat it, Bonesy. Don’t let them catch you.

A moment of weakness, that’s what ist was, a last-gasp move in the vile game of Ego—which was the one game everyone loses, that no one can ever win. He paused for a few moments after that, marveling at the depth of his own bitterness, and then let out a long wheezy laugh, bravely mocking himself and the world he loved so much.

from TIMBUKTU by Paul Auster, © 1999