We are, by the mass, all beshit now; our light is out.

This is hastening to the devil as fast as it can.

Alas, bou, bou, bou, bou, bou, alas, alas, alas, alas! said Panurge; was it here we were born to perish?
Oh! ho! good people, I drown, I die.

Consummatum est.

I am sped--Magna, gna, gna, said Friar John.