Lately the distant throb of the tom-toms has been drowned by an ominous tinkle, a dread and fleet-approaching threnody that can only be described as jingling. The Bewildered have heard it: a pernicious echo that invades even our sylvan bedlam, threatening the imminent sacrifice of our familiar savage laws to a hoary idol of civilization. Grab a
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So creative!
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