The Great Conductor whose baton will direct my Everlasting Harp.
The Keeper on the Inexhaustible Preserves who will set infinite game before my arrow in the Happy Hunting.
Chairman of the Greens Committee of the Elysian Fields.
The Sublime Pander who will fit an houri to me on the hour, each hour, and I shall be the Paramour of Paradise.
The Universal Usher who will take the stub of my ticket and lead me to my seat in the Reserved Section at the Right Hand.
What asinine measurements of man are furnished by his Heavens!
My own opinion of the Functions of the Ghoul is different, as I am gradually trying to imply here. And I am certain, furthermore, no one really believes, in his heart, that such heavens be. His mouth says it, his cortex confirms it, and his heart gives him the lie; so he has his Hell.
For how could Nature come to as tawdry an end as Heaven?
Even human nature?
I told the Ghoul, after this sweating, to get behind me, like Satan, while I cut my serial.