The best of times and the worst of times

The very same people who saved my life in November all showed up at my door for lunch yesterday and dragged me out into the bright daylight. We picnicked in the sun and ignored the mud and blood all around. They showed me pictures of bright futures outside the Slough of Despond. They left promises, kind words that will glow in the dark, a torch. And a rope ladder.

Is it, in the words of Pog, a ladder for going up or a ladder for going down? A rope ladder can only be used for going down as you can only fasten the top if you are already up. So this must be a ladder for getting out of the window and onto the solid ground.

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