Victor was a little baby into this world he came His father took him on his knee and saidDon't dishonor the family name Victor looked up at his fatherLooked up with big round eyes His father saidVictor my only son don't you ever ever tell liesIt was a frosty December it wasn't the season for fruitsHis father fell dead of heart disease while lacing up his bootsIt was a frosty December when into his grave he sankHis uncle found him to riposte his cashier at the Midland Counties BankIt was a frosty December Victor was only eighteenBut his figures were neat and his margins straight and his cups were always cleanHe took a room at the Paparola respectable boarding houseTime watched Victor day after day as a cat will watch a mouseVictor went up to his bedroom set the alarm bellClimbed into bed with his bible and read of what happened to JezebelIt was the first of April and the first of DecemberIt was the first of April and the first of DecemberIt was the first of April and until the paparot cameHer eyes, her lips, her breasts, her hips and her smile sent men aflameIt was the second of April she was wearing a coat of furVictor met her upon the stairs and he fell in love with herThe first time he made his proposal she laughed saidI'll never waitThe second time there was a pause then she smiled and shook her headAnna looked into her mirror pounded and gave a frown saidVictor's as dull as a wet afternoon but I've got to settle downThe third time he made his proposal as they walked by the reservoirShe gave him a kiss like a blow on the head saidYou are my heart's desireThey married early in August she saidKiss me you funny boyVictor took her in his arms and saidOh my Helen of TroyOh my Helen of TroyThe clerks were talking a fan of the door was just a jarOnce said poor old Victor about where ignorance is bliss etcVictor looked up at the sunset as he stood there all alone criedAre you in heaven fatherBut the sky said a dress not knownBut the sky said a dress not knownVictor looked up at the mountains the mountains all covered with snow criedAre you pleased with me fatherThe answer came back noVictor came to the forest criedFather will she ever be trueThe oaks and beaches shook their heads and they answered no not to youVictor came to the meadow where the wind went sweeping by criedOh father I love her soBut the wind said she must dieVictor came to the river running so deep and so still cryingFather what shall I doThe river answered killThe river answered killAnna was sitting at table drawing cards for a packAnna was sitting at table waiting for her husband to come backVictor stood in the doorway he didn't utter a wordShe said what's the matter darlingHe behaved as if he hadn't heardThere was a voice in his left ear there was a voice in his rightThere was a voice at the base of his skull sayingShe must die tonightVictor picked up a carving knife his features were set and drawn saidAnna it would have been better for you if you had not died tonightAnna jumped up from the table and Anna started to scream, but Victor came slowly after herlike a horror in a dream.She dodged behind the sofa, she tore out a curtain rod, but Victor came slowly afterher and said,Prepare to meet thy God.He stood there with the body, he stood there holding the knife, and the blood ran downthe stairs and he sang,They tapped Victor on the shoulder, they took him away in a van.He sat as quiet as a lump of moss saying,I am the son of man.Victor sat in a corner making a woman of clay saying,I am Alpha and Omega, I shall come to judge the earth one day.And he saw her face turning away from him and said,I shall laugh at my love from you.Mydisplaystyle was too long in my mind to take it as her mouth started to mainstream,Thank you.Thank you.