Cobwebs from an Empty Skull by Ambrose Bierce
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The sun-shade is unlike the sun,
The plum unlike the plumber, too. A salamander underdone His impudence may overdo. CXXVII. A humming-bird invited a vulture to dine with her. He accepted, but took the precaution to have an emetic along with him; and immediately after dinner, which consisted mainly of dew, spices, honey, and similar slops, he swallowed his corrective, and tumbled the distasteful viands out. He then went away, and made a good wholesome meal with his friend the ghoul. He has been heard to remark, that the taste for humming-bird fare is "too artificial for _him_." He says, a simple and natural diet, with agreeable companions, cheerful surroundings, and a struggling moon, is best for the health, and most agreeable to the normal palate. People with vitiated tastes may derive much profit from this opinion. _Crede experto._ CXXVIII. |
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