Phantom Quadrant presents:

Goatman‘s arse,’

closer to the heat than the needle-pen.

…’It is out of your power, Fulbert,

that’s all.’ Fulbert did not stop with this answer,

came down from the day-lit summit,

leaped to the foot of the rock,

and leapt down again. Cries and chants,

all-night long, hissing from the centre,

slashed him through to his feet. There he stood

swollen with their rain. The crowd on top,

thousands upon thousands, heeded not,

suffered not the heat. They dashed to and fro

streaming their…

Such character-building and myocardial infarction! Love will thicken the blood—love will turn to fire—Love will then break out in lamentation!”

“O you, heavens! In health and in suffering! And you gods who pass judgment upon me!”

From this, then, from those who were well to stand, under each of the decree of the gods, the madman, disenchanted, as he spoke, turned into the houses, climbed the walls, filled his pockets with clothes, and ran up to the elders. It was my mother, then, who gave me the command to go back to the village and see if the brothers had hidden the sword under the tree.