B.: I'll take it.
P.: Done. Heh. Any last words to the world at large? Quickly.
B.: I hate this, World! It's not at all what I had in mind for Bellerophon. It's a beastly fiction, ill-proportioned, full of longueurs, lumps, lacunae, a kind of monstrous mixed metaphor —
P.: Five more.
B.: It's no Bellerophoniad. It's a
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