as the subtle strains of the Johnson's toast jingle faded away, a long silence fell.
toast? he thought, at last. and in the depths of his mind something stirred, reawakened to consciousness after many a year.
toast, luscious toast, drew him upward like the light. the return to life, once so impossible, so meaningless, now effortless, a motion of pure clarity.
on this beautiful earth, there is yet one thing that i cannot leave behind. ye know it! tis Johnson's toastlets.
Even Eternity Waits For Johnson's