The Book of Lies

KE®AAH O08 THE BAL BULLIER Some men look into their minds into their shame. These then proclaim ‘‘The Good Law” unto mankind. These preach renunciation, ‘‘ virtue,” cowardice in every form. These whine eternally. Smug, toothless, hairless Coote, debauch-emas- culated Buddha, come ye to me? I havea trick to make you silent, O ye foamers-at- the mouth! Nature zs wasteful; but how well She can afford it! Nature zs false; but I’m a bit of a liar myself. Nature zs useless; but then how beautiful she is! Nature zs cruel; but I too am a Sadist. The game goes on; it may have been too rough for Buddha, but it’s (if anything) too dull for me. Viens, beau négre! Donne-moi tes levres encore} 96