Baudelaire in Limbo: an Alchemical Arcanum (Volume 1)

Usually I recline on Persian pillows in my sky blue pavilion near the Styx smoking hashish. From there I watch Charon ferry the freshly washed dead, his plentiful purse full of coin, to Hades. I know Charon well ? it seems like I have known him forever. Sometimes I join him in his boat crossing the Styx, but never go ashore, nor has he driven me off it into Hades. When we arrive he simply acknowledges me, ?Your coin is no good with me! Let?s go.? Then we return to Earth.