Peter-Bowman had very nearly achieved his work of life. The final thing remaining for him was to present his work of life to the world. It was a moment of great excitement and wonder. Everybody came. Not just the people who have already appeared in this novel, but those who do not even know that it is in existence. You were there. I recognised your face.

A vast crowd gathered in a park. Where exactly the park is does not matter. Choose a park in which you wish to hear Peter-Bowman talk to you. Everybody can have their own individual park, if you like. It hardly makes any difference now. A stage was set up in the park for Peter-Bowman to speak from. This was arranged by the telephone company, as they were so very glad to have a chance to get Peter-Bowman out of his phone box, that they had taken to calling their phone box of late and would really like to get the use of again, if that would not be too much trouble, or else we may have to get the police involved, and that would be rather unpleasant for you. They may be correct about this. I believe it may very well be a crime to misuse public phone boxes so shamefully as Peter-Bowman has done, but it really is nothing to do with me. I'd like to see the police try and arrest Peter-Bowman in fact. It would be amusing to watch them try and find him. However, this is all of no importance, and Peter-Bowman is not one to be overly concerned at the large police presence around him as he makes his way to the park to begin his speech. He just thought that for some reason or other he was suddenly a very important person in their eyes and waved at them happily. Peter-Bowman often waves at people happily. It is one of his major character flaws.

It was now time for Peter-Bowman to give an account of himself and his philosophy to the assembled crowd. He had never given a speech before, not even at his own wedding. It was all rather new and exciting to Peter-Bowman. He stepped up to a handy podium and gazed out at the surrounding people. They seemed to be looking for an impressive speech, and Peter-Bowman hoped he would not disappoint them too much. But that was really up to them after all, so he spent little time worrying about it. He began to speak.

What Peter-Bowman said:

I am not an allegory. That would be too easy for you. I deny that right to you. Cast me as your Everyman, your Pilgrim, and you diminish me. You diminish yourself. I am you. You am I. Listen to the music. I am I. You am you (it can be seen that Peter-Bowman's grasp of English grammar had not yet reached its full fruition). Listen to the music. This is the difference: if I am an allegory I can not speak to you like this. I can only overcome the monsters sprung from my soul and so illustrate how you can overcome the monsters sprung from yours. I denounce that. I am here to slay monsters sprung from your soul that you don't even recognise as monsters but instead grasp to you like a long lost potato chip (Peter-Bowman was never a great orator). I am now beyond the black and white letters that imprison me (I assume here Peter-Bowman is talking about the black letters and the white space between them - he was never a very precise thinker). I can slay your potato chips no matter how far down they slink into the crevices of your couches. I will crush your potato chips in my right hand whether you want me to or not. And then you will understand. Let me tell you a story. Once there was a young grasshopper who wanted to cross a field. This grasshopper had learned that eternal happiness could be found on the other side of the field. He set off full of hope. Halfway across that field he ran into a rock. A large rock, so large that it was impossible to climb over. He began to bang his head against the rock, with the thought that enough impacts would destroy it and allow him to pass. He may have been right, but his head was not hard enough to survive the impacts and so he died. Now I ask you, if you bang your head against a rock, who are you hurting? The rock will not yield to this. But what if you use a trickle of water instead of your head? You will not destroy the rock, but over time you will change it, create a pathway through it to the other side of the field. A watering can is often more effective than a stubborn head when it comes to finding the path. Be patient and spend your time watering the rocks that lie in your way. But never forget the way. Don't let the memory die. Whatever you do, don't live your life as an allegory. Never let anybody else control your life. Live your life as a life. Escape from your phone boxes, and talk to the coconuts.

With that, Peter Bowman stepped away from the podium and went to live his life, as best he could. He quickly found a buyer for his phone box and Garfields. The market was indeed as hot for phone boxes as he had been told by the real estate agent. He wished the new inhabitant the best of luck, but warned him not to live in it for too long. The new owner looked at him a little oddly, as people often do when dealing with Peter Bowman, and told him that of course he wasn't going to live in it. He was going to use it as the office for his new Internet startup company. Peter Bowman thought that that was probably worse than living in it as you wouldn't gain any of the knowledge that he had himself gained during the long nights of living in a phone box and gazing out at the street passing him by. But then, he did not feel he could dictate to anybody what they would do with the phone box once it had passed from him, and so he let it go. Peter Bowman walked off down the street and discovered a new swing in his step. He hummed Claire's song to himself and went in search of a good pub.

Peter Bowman did not live for very long after this. It can be said that he did live well. He gave up on his quest to discover a work of life.