Once upon a time and it was a very long time, Roberro saw the slippery glass dock darkly into moon's falcate nadir. The bloated giants greeted the chevalier and there was ens ex nihil so that Clausius's postulate about cold heat was turned on its head. Perpetuum mobile and the properties of liquid vermillion were stark scintillations. Les oiseaux et les sources sont ici in the grammarian's Persian Paradise - the kind of falling that would leave dark marks on the imaginations. what is it that Roberro feels now but mawkish solipsism - the kind jesuits inject through the rood sword and the frost seas. Not mens nobilis mais un de la terre like the soil fruits or the wolf berries. Wherefore reductio ad absurdam the crushing realities and handfuls of broken mirrors. Jousts, endless jousts, oh Zam-Zammah, and gun flares and the madness that eats into men - political intestines. A bloody mess that doesn't tire
