If reading books is to survive as a leisure activity - and there are statistics which show that this is by no means assured - then we have to promote the joys of reading rather than the (dubious) benefits.
(…) Now will you kindly bite my tail off? Just the very end will do, you know.”
As he made his peculiar request, the Devil flicked hist tail so that the soft spade-tip hovered just a few inches in front of Bubnoff’s lips. (…)
“I suppose,” he said, “your tail will taste positively awful!”
“I beg your pardon!” the other said, his feelings a trifle ruffled. “My tail will taste exactly like whatever food you wish to taste. Go ahead, imagine any culinary delight whatever - that is what my tail’s flavour will resemble.”
Wery well,” Ivan said, after a moment’s thought, “I am partial to pickles and syrup.” He bit a tail…
The Devil did not lie. His tail tasted like pickles and syrup (with just a trace of brimstone).
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Doesn’t this book look great? Edward Gorey dustjacket <3
I expect wonderful reading.