} Come, let me clutch thy supplicant. I have thee not, and yet I
} see woodchuck questions still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
} to feeling as to sight? Or are thou but a supplicant of my omniscient
} mind, a false creation, proceeding from the silly-question oppressed
} all-powerful brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable as this which
} now I answer to. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, and
} such a supplicant I was to ZOT. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the
} other senses, or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, and on thy
} lips and mind questions of woodchucks, html tags, and "grovel.h", which
} was not so before. There's no such thing: it is the endless pressure
} of knowing which informs thus to mine all-seeing eyes. Now o'er the
} one halfworld the internet seems dead, and wicked questions abuse the
} privelege of the oracle. Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's
} offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the
} woodchuck, whose howl's his watch, thus with his clumsy pace. With
} Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like the ghost of
} a ZOTTED supplicant who asked one too many ridiculous questions. Thou
} sure and firm-set earth, hear not the answering of questions, who I
} answer to, for fear thy very stones prate of my knowledge, and take the
} present horror from the time, which now suits it. Whiles I threat, he
} asks woodchuck questions: Words to the heat of answers too cold breath
} answers.
}
} Out out, damn supplicant!
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