Saturday, May 02, 2009

Il n'y a point de paix pour les méchants

Nikoulause looked up at the monolithe before him, it was commisioned by him in 2 forte nights, and built by the Cheif Archetecht from Lombardie, 'twas twelve fathoms long by twelve tall, and of stone and grass-mourtar, and filled with the blood of Sr. alzaron, of the penninsula. The divece encountered a pipe, which was fitted up the side of the main firmament, and lay extant up the shaftes of the piece, both side of which were joined with the metals to 2 tanks which lay opposite to each another, and one was thrice the size of thrice the other, when lain across a court-of-stones, and the smaller of the vesicles was ajoined to a lever, such that it pressed upon it with the weight of 13 stone, and the fluides travelled to the other side of the tank, via the pipe which was fitted in the base, such that the platforme upon which the larger tank was situated would rise, and with a weight which rivaled the strength of 500 men, and lift many things. Such was the dilemma of the Nikousel, for he must find out the strength of the devise, such that he may crush the bones of his enemise, and fractur his sickels, such that he may gain the attention of 12 nubile virgines, and that he may lay down with them. Thus, expenion of such a circumstance, he wrote several lettres to the most nubile of the virgins upon the towne, and sent them by the courier, and he called for them to satisfy his carnal lusts, however, they did not respond to his queiries, and he became most disenchanted. Thus did he draw up the map of the device, and did he ponder upon the abacuse, and did he call upon his cheif vizier, Mr. paskal, to encounter the weight upon the second tank, and did he explain it to him with vigour, and Nikoulouse, took this foumoles, and he applied them skilfulle to the situations, and he did devyse the nombers, but when he took a fresh-cut blade of leaf to the grinding-stone, he found that the devyse did not conferre with his expectorals, and he was most agape and aghast. Thus, he did bury himself in the Earth, and put hot wax upon his scaple, that it solidifed, and he was called a foole by the townesfolke.

1 comment:

Cavalcadeofcats said...

The truth of it is unbearable! I must retire, to weep.