It will follow me to the grave and becom...

It will follow me to the grave and become my epitaph--Here lies Moon, the second string: Where's Higgs? ... Sometimes I dream of revolution, a bloody coup d'etat by the second rank--troupes of actors slaughtered by their understudies, magicians sawn in half by indefatigably smiling glamour girls, cricket teams wiped out by marauding bands of twelfth men--I dream of champions chopped down by rabbit-punching sparring partners while eternal bridesmaids turn and rape the bridegrooms over the sausage rolls and parliamentary private secretaries plant bombs in the Minister's Humber--comedians die on provincial stages, robbed of their feeds by mutely triumphant stooges--and--march--an army of assistants and deputies, the seconds-in-command, the runners-up, the right-hand men--storming the palace gates wherein the second son has already mounted the throne having committed regicide with a croquet-mallet--stand-ins up the world stand up! (Beat) Sometimes I dream of Higgs.

Stoppard, Tom. The Real Inspector Hound and Other Plays. Grove Press, New York, NY. 1998. p. 7.