But, this does not happen, and anything that might resemble revelation is a mere parody, because what was supposed to be the moral essence of this juvenile escapade, turns into a mute shrugging of the shoulders in the manner of “nothing to say.” Being asked the question whether to agree or disagree with Walker, one would have to comply. Because, for postmodernists, morality is a personal matter, they subject morality to personal opinion. They define it as each person’s private code of ethics without the need to follow traditional values and rules. But one should not believe that postmodernism proposes moral chaos. It merely redirects ethical concerns through a painless commitment to values that do not interfere with personal freedom. The adolescent boys in “Greasy Lake” might not have learned anything from their experience, but they were not pressed with limitations on their freedom, a notion postmodernism speaks fervently against. It was up to them to decide on the morality of their actions: was it fair to hit Bobby on the head with a tire iron, to attempt rape, to not tell the truth about the biker’s dead body floating in the waters of the swamp like Greasy Lake. Not even this image of the biker’s watery grave instills in the protagonist a sense of revelation of the passing of life, of human frailty, of morality of human actions, of decency to tell the truth. Nothing.