Garnabby peered through the peep-hole in his door and espied the bulbous butt of his unwanted visitor waddle away through the snow then slow down and stop, frozen in place.
"How curious." he mused; "but my Theory of Everything accounts for this..it's found on page 5923476 in folio 3."
But he was startled by the appearance of two polar bears and their feeding frenzy: he had not allowed for this to happen in his TOE.
"Fuck me!" shrieked the Man from the North Country, "My work is all for naught! It is not all encompassing. Woe is me! "
He pulled out chunks of hair but then calmed down a bit and logged on to VCT, posting his usual gemetria-infused gibberish, searching for clues behind the veil...clues that only he would recognize.
But try as hie might nothing inspired him to believe his life's work was anything other than an exercise in hubris and vanity.
Despondent, he deleted all files comprising his TOE from his 'puter, then taking a walrus tusk he smashed its hard drive.
"Time to start over...The leg bone is connected to the thigh bone, the thigh bone..."
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