there was a high pressure low developing off the coast of africa uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves across the ocean towards antilles and bonaire i paced in agitation i drew the curtains closed i turned the air conditioner low i pressed a warm wash cloth to my face somewhere out there a hurricane was coming there s just no future left for us to dream of living in an era of instability so caught up in the culture of their rivals fear breeds in honest men it s a high pressure low it s a high pressure low seven missiles flying over the sea of japan tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens and the pious preacher commands i hold my breath in anticipation into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions and i wonder what is real what is fiction there s just no future left for us to dream of living in an era of instability so caught up in the culture of their rivals fear breeds in honest men it s a high pressure low it s a high pressure low  would anyone forgive robert mcnamara in retrospect he had to admit there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions yes robert strange mcnamara there are those who just cannot forget and i wonder have i lost my own compassion there s just no future left for us to dream of living in an era of instability so caught up in the culture of their rivals fear breeds in honest men it s a high pressure low it s a high pressure low