Lake Erie

"The wisdom to recognize and halt follows the know-how to pollute past rescue. The treaty's signed, but the cancer ticks in your bones. Until I'd murdered my father and fornicated my mother I wasn't wise enough to see I was Oedipus. Too late now to keep the polar cap from melting. Venice subsides; South America explodes.
Let's stab out our eyes.
Too late: our resolve is sapped beyond the brooches."

-John Barth, Lost in the Funhouse