Vav. (shrinking from it). It is unholy lore!
Oh, burn it, Mousta!
Mous.Burn it? No, not I!
See what I am—dwarfed, twisted, and deformed!
I have a fancy to be tall and straight—
This volume teaches me to have my will.
My only eyeball flashes from its pit
Like a red snake trapped in a sunken snare—
I do not like my eye. As I’ve but one,
I’d have it large and bright. This teaches me