and it 's ripping my heart as she calls it and i wheel round trying to find the mayor , trying to find anyone who 'll shoot the spackle on the horned creacher- but the mayor ai n't nowhere i can see- hidden by smoke and panicking men- and no one is lifting a gun- and the spackle is raising his torches to fire the weapon- and i think , no- i think , it ca n't end this way- i think , viola- i think , viola- and then i think , `` viola '' ?