“There will be music, dancing, happiness…by order.”
-Town Crier in Dance of the Dead, an episode of The Prisoner
The Forces of Happiness are released To worry out of their burrows those poor Unfocused souls who mumble about their days In happy, innocuous solitude
With books and cups of tea and scribbled lines Of happy wonderings and teasing thoughts. And such is not acceptable to those Who suffer not any individuals –
To herd them into organized submission The Forces of Happiness are released