Tim Maroney (tim_maroney) wrote,
Tim Maroney

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lies on play and whim

Broomstick-Babblings (from The Book of Lies)

     FRATER PERDURABO is of the Sanhedrim of the Sabbath, say men; He is the Old Goat himself, say women.
     Therefore do all adore him; the more they detest him the more they adore him.
     Ay! let us offer the Obscene Kiss!
     Let us seek the Mystery of the Gnarled Oak, and of the Glacier Torrent!
     To him let us offer up our babes!  Around Him let us dance in the mad moonlight
     But FRATER PERDURABO is nothing but AN EYE; what eye none knoweth.
     Skip, witches! Hop, toads!  Take your pleasure! - for the play of the Universe is the pleasure of FRATER PERDURABO

in paragraph 7 (Skip, witches) is seen the meaning of the chapter; the obscene and distorted character of much of the universe is a whim...
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