And lo, the Day of the Hump did arrive. And the curs’ed commuter dashed through the concourse and exclaimed in frustration. For he was late. And for once the Keepers of the Signals Green, abiding in their tower, had prevailed and the Virgin was on time. And as the infernal conveyance disappeared into the distance he scowled at the Writings on the Wall and made his way over the shining silver lines of steel so straight and true to await the train of the Country Crossed. And should he be so inclined, he would wager that the Keepers of the Signals Red would not relent again this morn. And he would have been right. For the Great Voice in the Sky did announce that his train should be delayed. And he did despair.