CHAPTER TOUCHING THE OLFACTORY ORGAN
Has it ever occurred to you, dear reader, how admirable an organ the nose is?
The nose; yes, the nose.
And how useful an article this very nose is to every creature which, as Ovid says, lifts its face to heaven?
Well, strange as it may seem, monstrous ingratitude that it is, no poet has yet thought of addressing an ode to the nose!
So it has been left to me, who am not a poet, or who, at least, claim to rank only after our greatest poets, to conceive such an idea.
Truly, the nose is unfortunate.
So many things have been invented for the eyes:
Songs and compliments and kaleidoscopes, pictures and scenery and spectacles.
And for the ears: