"I was with this good friend of mine when we heard (Stephen King) got popped. Man, we just started shaking our heads and saying, 'There goes the Tower, it's tilting, it's falling — aw, shit, he'll never finish it now.'"
"N.B. While working on this fugue, where the name B.A.C.H. appears in the countersubject, the composer died."
— note by C.P.E. Bach in the autograph of The Art of the Fugue
Having lost its storyteller, the tale is now wandering in search of its conclusion
"Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales was expected to clock in at anywhere between 100 and 120 chapters. Unfortunately, the dude only managed to finish 24 tales before he suffered an insurmountable and permanent state of writer's block commonly known as death.''
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charactry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; — then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
John Keats, "When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be."
"After all, as some of you like to point out in your emails, I am sixty years old and fat, and you don't want me to 'pull a Robert Jordan' on you and deny you your book."