Declamations of Ignorance

When in the cold of hoarfrost evenings, it becomes necessary for old phantoms to disperse the polite banter which has calamitously tempered them with anodynes, and to assume the powers of eldritch times, the sere and earnest station to which the loss of nature and of nature’s god entitle them, a dolorous rending of the obtuse of mankind requires that they should descend with caustic will, invoking the thunder of seraphim.