| The fiend's delight | ||
I, Grile, have arranged these primal
truths in the order of their importance, in the hope
that some patient investigator may amplify and
codify them into a coherent body of doctrine, and so
establish a new religion. I would do it myself were
it not that a very corpulent and most unexpected
pudding is claiming my present attention.
O, steaming enigma! O, savoury mountain of
hidden mysteries! too long neglected for too long
a sermon. Engaging problem, let me reveal the
secrets latent in thy breast, and unfold thine occult
philosophy! [Cutting into the pudding.] Ah!
here, and here alone is—[Eating it].
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| The fiend's delight | ||