A night of the new moon, the Red Angel clad in red appeared on the Territory...
He differed iin appearance from all known persons
! His waist was encircled by a wide flowing sash, on his chest
he carried a black box; could it not very well have been an
ill-tuned transistor?
With remarkable efficiency and discretion, he folded his
sleeves and gave new life to the ongoing moving process
...
Always the first one up the ladder, and the last to shirk.