And, so ends the short, undistinguished career of Basil of Baker Street.

you're looking at Mr. Fred Renard, who carries on his shoulder a chip the size of the national debt. this is a sour man, a friendless man a lonely man, a grasping, compulsive, nervous man. this is a man who has lived undistinguished, meaningless, pointless, failure laden years and who at this moment looks for an escape, any escape. any way, anything, anybody, to get out of the rut.