So you've made it this far, far enough to get you through to the end of our Yours Truly series.

Well, here's the capper, our final entry.

A poison pen letter we simply call Ambrose.

This show is supported by Spreaker Prime. When life and the world around us become too much to bear, well, how many of us have fantasized about curling up in a ball and just vanishing to that secret place that no one knows about? Oh, to have such powers. And oh, for there to be such a place. Sweet sanctuary, lasting peace.

But who is ever really ready to take such a journey, where there are too many unknowns and

perhaps no way back? Fact. Over 100 years ago, the great American man of letters, Ambrose Beers, mysteriously disappeared and was never heard from again.

No fully satisfactory explanation has ever been produced. All that remains is the work, perhaps the best remembered being his caustic and satiric devil's dictionary.

Egotist. Noun. A person of low taste more interested in himself than me.

Destiny.

Noun.

A tyrant's authority for crime and a fool's excuse for failure.

Heaven.

Noun.

A place where the wicked cease from troubling you with talk of their personal affairs

and the good listen with attention as you expound upon your own. Immortality.

Noun. A toy which people cry for and on their knees apply for.

Dispute, contend, and lie for.

And if allowed, would be right proud eternally to die for.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Oh, I recognize who that is.

Check it out.

I am checking it out. The devil's dictionary? Oh, I recognize who that is. Check it out. I am checking it out.

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