The Great Unrestrained Sadist

     Before his immense window high as a cathedral window, the great
unrestrained sadist vibrates like an electric gut filled with rubber of
nothingness.  The great unrestrained sadist is stark naked and rubbed all
over with phosphorus, which makes him decorative and macabre.  His eyes and
his long, womanly tresses are as white as currycombed air.  His face is 
proud and ruthless like the faces of all the truly great sadists who are
stylized, certified, and eligible for government pensions.  The great
unrestrained sadist does not deign to eat his perfumed time in extinct
grass, to wear the rosy-white gloves of those who carry their ransom in a
litter of depraved light.  He vibrates like an electric gut stuffed with
rubber of nothingness, I said, I repeat it, and I'll repeat it as often
as necessary.  He is impatient to continue his august task or his alphonse
task-- however you want to christen it.  The domestics are already arriving
with crocodiles, grandmothers, dandies, airplanes, flies, etc., and putting
them down before the great window.
     In a diabolical and remunerated élan, with the joyous cry of a
Tirolean defenestrator dancing around a lake of dirty grease, he pounces
upon the piled-up objects and hurls them out of the majestic window of
sublime works.  He spends his life hurling everything in existence out the
window.  He even takes whole, live elephants and hurls them out the window.
Quack, quack, quack, beg the gallant but terrified elephants.  The great
unrestrained sadist refuses to stop in his venerable élan.  Anything
his dead or alive, sweetened or salted, heavy or light servants bring him
he hurls out the window: cigars, navies, apartments, railroads, regular
coffees, sex appeals, houses, mushrooms, etc.  The window is high enough
to let the fallen objects change into orange marmalade, and billions of
little children come swarming like flies to lick it up with their little
mouths.  The little children joyfully clap their hands and cry: Marmalade,
marmalade, marmalade up to the window of the great unrestrained sadist.
And without respite, over and over again, he hurls pianos, zeppelins, monuments,
diplomats, etc., out the window.  He foams, perspires, grinds his teeth, and
realizes that he must outdo himself and crown his already inconceivable labor.
Not having anything else at hand, he pulls out his white hair, his hands, his
feet, hurls them out the window, and finally hurls anything remaining of himself
out the window, uttering a dreadful shriek, and after his fall changes like all
the other objects, and to the great pleasure of the billions of little children--
into orange marmalade.

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