Take an emetic ... you who read this. You know well the Christian meaning of witness to the truth: a man who has been scourged, beaten, dragged from one prison to the next, until at last he is burned, beheaded or crucified.
This blog takes it's name from the setting for O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh -- a lousy gin-mill; a smoked-out, greasy dive where the habitues have all landed, it seems, permanently. Their lives, in each case, are paralyzed by fear and laziness. Like my own.