That’s a line from Dorothy Parker (1893-1967): “What fresh hell can this be? "If the doorbell rang in her apartment, she would say, 'What fresh hell can this be?' — and it wasn't funny; she meant it." You might as well live: the life and times of Dorothy Parker, John Keats (Simon Schuster, 1970, p124). (Google)
Well, we go on we go on. And I will, when I come back from shopping.