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Thus, if all this did not exist on earth,
What would, exactly - be the purpose of a satirist?!" -

That he spoke, then disappeared into the dark night. -

I was soon red and soon sick,
"Surprised yet again,
I hadn't thought of that! -
Man alive!" this crossed my mind:
"I shouldn't write any more poems?!
And the world ought not to abide satirists?!
That is not possible, that cannot be!"

And in my cheeks I felt my blood rushing,
And I felt a hotness burning in my heart,
"No, no," I shouted out, "I'll admit this:
I have erred! Morality is good!!
It is the holiest of earth's good things,
We all, all live because of it,
hail it and its brave guardian!" -
And off I went with apprehensive steps,
To ask for the lawyer's apology,
And humbly I knocked on his door.

I would speak just like a book

And repentfully grasp his knees -

But he had a lady visitor --

So, regretfully - I wasn't admitted.

[End of chapter 1: The Invention of Morality.]