| Chapitre | yea/nay |
| 1. Power In The Valley pp. 1-3 | nay |
| 2. The Most Threats Ever There Were pp. 3-6 | nay |
| 3. Demolishin pp. 6-7 | YEA |
| 4. Ruminasiens Of The Fading pp. 8-9 | nay |
| 5. Invigoratien pp. 9-11 | nay |
| Indectic p. 12 | nay |
e it knewn: Once upon the time, Oltral the Green and golden Tanger lay as the very liver lobes, the very heart and bowels, of one unified nasien calld Eternity’s Pot. ’Twas for a season a clime of laffs and coos, was olde EP, a delightly realm governd by those intrepid lovers, Sudie & the Separator. Yet by and by came the time when that the Separator feelen trappt by the snuggol lyfe; and Sudie Jane, she letten him go. Yea, amicabol parted they, with one lingring concludal smooch, and splitted up the place; and kept she Oltral for herself, and with him went Tanger. Nevertheless, they seen each another now & again through the years. And when at last they died—upon the same moment in All Deals Off Day, so saith Olf the Liar in his historial screeds—their spouses clickt to the will of the people and laid them together in the earth, Sudie neath the Separator. Some one hath diggd them up now.
E’en yet, Tangerine favoreth Oltralite in commerce and sociedy, as Oltralite doth Tangerine. Twixt their domains go winks and kisses and mutual industrie; and they are alway passing messages to each another. And winter bringeth gaggols of Oltralites to dwell down in Tanger; and winter’s end bringeth them back out all crispen brown, satcherated with sun, bounding back to catch their strides in Oltral,
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stoked with the robust aura of exoticol experience, and gratified in such bright and juicy fruits and such troves of titilating shells as they have purchast for so little down there.
And as Fool the Stalactite swore with his vocabolery of swearing, as he spill-ed out the wrath of his craw against Kyte the Street King and yon free-sleepers, behold, all aroundabouts him were his metallicol army smitten by Peale’s golden archers and heavy handlers. And no Stalactite save Fool was overlookt. But he was overlookt, standing there in the shadow of his donkey. E’en hale Peale of the eagle eye lost him, after first sighting.
And when that Fool pause-ed to review his positiens, and Naa! his clanking army lay spoilt every where, then beamd he affably over unto Kyte and spreaded his arms in friendship simulasien. And he said, All these gruesome things which I have been denouncing here today, these are the things that, as I said, we need ne’er to fear from each another, being linkt at the bosom in brotherhood’s cosmik lottery. For thou, Magnifiscent Kinggue Khytte, Glory of the Boulevards of Oltral, and I good mild administrater Fool, we are the knobs at either end of the power pole in this world, and fellow giants when rightly measured. (And sparkels of blinding sunlight did burst forth offen his cheery teeth, per reflectionum.)
And he continued, saying, I deemd it right gregarious of me, that thou shouldst smell the lilies in my morning breath, and hear in mine own voice the caress of harps and lutes. Not yet arriven are my messengers that I bade ride over unto thy camp on lilyheapt festival chariots—sure, we are converting these blade-axled chariots of annihilatien that thou seest into chariots of love and gaiety—there with harps and lutes to set a-strumming for thee Adalectin Choss’s Whirling Mercy Curtsy for Strings and Gourds. Tho they but simpol messengers be, of course they too have their churlish lifes, and other things to attend; who can say when that they might break free to come, that thou see them there? Well. Eh, bien! As thou canst see, we have turnd out in formol regalia—forgalia, as we call’t—here today, to offer up all our fond serviss, fetcht outen our deepest beating hearts, we your exceeding true family and admirers who are—mmm, or were—the Stalactites. (And he wipen his eye.)
And Fool the Giant brake out and hauld ham, and did outrun the dromedary corps of Peale the Tangerine, and made it over to Stalacton. And those Stalacticales upon the wall lookt out and said, Hither cometh some great running fowl before her pursuers. (For such was the neon plumage of Tangerine arrows lodg-ed in his ancestral battlehides.) And they peerd, and said, That bird, mark her titanicol bearing, her godzillicol gait, even harried thataway: lo, come a giant. And when that Fool were drawn nigh, lookt they down and seen his ghastly face on the approach, and said, O lord, ’tis the King; precious ope’ that gate!
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