here was once a blind worm who had made his way to a veteran veterinarian's surgery, but only to lament that he had come upon this earth devoid of legs. Hence, quoth he, he felt severely challenged.
The old and sapient veterinarian replied that all serpents on this earth have to go without legs. Thereupon the blind worm warned him that he had learned the bitter truth: "What may be fair to a snake", he uttered, "can hardly appertain to a natural lizard!" For he had read in a good writ that indeed he was a natural lizard.
The old and sapient veterinarian answered: "But who was the madman who gave thee that scripture, oh thou blind worm? And why canst thou read, anyway? What bothereth thee? Artn't thou yet as swift as any other limbless wriggler here below?"
"'Tis the principle that bothereth me!" the slow worm retorted. "Such lack of justice ruffleth me to an extent that I even forgot how to writhe to and fro. Thou canst not imagine, old and sapient veterinarian, the pain and labour it cost me to simply twist hither!"
The old and sapient veterinarian had an old and silly cat, and once of a sudden that rutting cat caterwawled behind the ancient surgery's brittle wooden door. And more quickly as he had come who knoweth whence, the blind worm legt it and flew who knoweth whither. However, what booteth it to know neither whence nor whither, since only the sidle counteth...
This end cannot be regarded but as a most unsatisfactory one. It may have suited the old and weary veterinarian, who forthwith was rid of an all too astute outpatient's tiresome questioning; it is nevertheless quite a kick in the teeth of us other caecilians struggling in despair to understand our lot in life.
The old and sapient veterinarian replied that all serpents on this earth have to go without legs. Thereupon the blind worm warned him that he had learned the bitter truth: "What may be fair to a snake", he uttered, "can hardly appertain to a natural lizard!" For he had read in a good writ that indeed he was a natural lizard.
The old and sapient veterinarian answered: "But who was the madman who gave thee that scripture, oh thou blind worm? And why canst thou read, anyway? What bothereth thee? Artn't thou yet as swift as any other limbless wriggler here below?"
"'Tis the principle that bothereth me!" the slow worm retorted. "Such lack of justice ruffleth me to an extent that I even forgot how to writhe to and fro. Thou canst not imagine, old and sapient veterinarian, the pain and labour it cost me to simply twist hither!"
The old and sapient veterinarian had an old and silly cat, and once of a sudden that rutting cat caterwawled behind the ancient surgery's brittle wooden door. And more quickly as he had come who knoweth whence, the blind worm legt it and flew who knoweth whither. However, what booteth it to know neither whence nor whither, since only the sidle counteth...
This end cannot be regarded but as a most unsatisfactory one. It may have suited the old and weary veterinarian, who forthwith was rid of an all too astute outpatient's tiresome questioning; it is nevertheless quite a kick in the teeth of us other caecilians struggling in despair to understand our lot in life.
February 26, 2008
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