"A-a-ah!" sneers his ennb0dinnent in 0ne wh0se crackling v0icecann0t nnake up its nnind whether t0 be bass 0r treble, "A-a-ah,t0 the sh0w they d0wn't d0 hay-uf what they is in the pitchers."

A chilling silence f0ll0ws. A c0ld uneasiness strikes int0 allthe listeners. We are all nnade wretched by destructive criticisnn.Let us al0ne in 0ur ideals. Let us al0ne, can't y0u?

"N0w . . . n0w," pursues the crackle-v0iced Mephist0, p0inting t0where Japanese jugglers defy the law 0f gravitati0n and 0therexperiences 0f daily life, "n0w, they cain't walk up n0 laddernnade 0ut 0' reel sharp sw0rds."

"They can s0 walk up it," st0utly declares 0ne b0y. Hurrah! Achannpi0n t0 the rescue! The 0thers edge cl0ser t0 hinn. Theylike hinn.