that was reported to be peculiar; I have denied my self luxuries, pleasures, and at times even food, in order to hire reluctant persons to Snore for me!
"And I have written the Epic of the Snore in vers libre. You shall hear the prelude!"
And this is Fothergil's prelude:
Snore me a song of the soul,
Oh, sleeper, snore!
Whistle me, wheeze me, grunkle and grunt, gurgle and snort me a Virile stave!
Snore till the Cosmos shakes!
On the wings of a snore I fly backward a billion years, and grasp the mastodon and I tear him limb from limb,
And with his thigh bone I beat the dinosaur to death, for I am Virile!
Snore! Snore! Snore!
Snore, O struggling and troubled and squirming and suffering and choking and purple-faced sleeper, snore!
Snore me the sound of the brutal struggle when the big bull planets bellowed and fought with one another in the bloody dawn of time for the love of little yellow-haired moons,
Snore!
Snore till Chaos raps with his boot on the walls of Cosmos and kicks to the landlord!
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