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With the words ‘The die must be cast, Caesar crossed the Rubicon, and, having made good headway, reached Ariminum before dawn.

When last we left our intrepid adventurer, he was stretched out upon a bed in his red jammies, eyes glazed over, head straining, as his tongue poked out, like a lizard, to sip from a martini glass, in a frantic effort to suck one or two drops from the cosompolitan nectar of the gods. It appeared that Father Time had finally dealt a killing blow to our boy from Creta, leaving all to wonder, "Where does he go from here?"

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