With that, he went and left me in a state of deep brooding.
I attempted to fathom the purpose of morals.
And couldn't couldn't couldn't find any.
And so I was put into a terrible mood.
"Who has an idea?" I yelled with bitter fierceness.
"Were all these terms created askew?
Who in the world brought them to us?"
And finally I yelled with a threatening voice,
"This stumbling block for beauty and art,
This unclear dishonest haze,
That shrivels our lust for life,
That impairs us and makes us dumb,
That should call forth the devil incarnate!" -
Then sounded an explosion, a crashing tone,
And barely had the word escaped from my mouth,
That he stood before me in person
And asked courteously:
"You called?"
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