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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
I never saw him: if he never was,I am the arbitrator!' No, my Son!Let us sink down to thy similitude:I eat my apple, relish what is ripe—The sunny side, admire its raritySince half the tribe is wrinkled, and the restHide commonly a maggot in the core,—And down Zerdusht goes with due smack of lips:But—thank an apple? He who made my mouthTo masticate, my palate to approve,My maw to further the concoction—Himthank,—but for whose work, the orchard's wealthMight prove so many gall-nuts—stocks or stonesFor aught that I should think, or know, or care."
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