I can see why others compare In the Crypt with a Candlestick to Agatha Christie and P.G. Wodehouse, however, it is a zany romp all of its own making. Laugh at loud funny, dysfunctional characters and shenanigans.
Do we embrace our destiny, our very nature and define it for ourselves or does destiny control us? Are we like pollen in the wind directed against our will with no influence to bear? And if the latter then what next?