The word appeared on the horizon like an avenging angel.

Cast in sinewy,
bold script, the sight was imposing and frightening. At last the Heavens
deigned speak to man, and it merely announced a great anti-climax. People
flocked to the beaches and huddled in droves, pointing small fingers at the
missive. What did it mean? The assembled crowd was at a loss to decipher
its meaning until a third-year French student appeaed in its midst. With the
sonorous relish characteristic of Gallic pronunciation, he read aloud: "C'est
Finis! The end. This is it." And nothing became the only tomorrow.