Watch This: Not a Speck of Light is Showing

The thing is, this is what Dahl was always getting at, the screaming skull beneath the flesh. Gene Wilder made a good Satan in that flick.

 

The Rowing Song

by  Roald Dahl
Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way
Faster faster, faster faster
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.