'And they drank and danced till they can no more to a music so delightful as the Dionysus poured the vine of the belladonna for the men unending.. The valors and harlots sang and drank to their hearts content, till the very last drop.. The barrels ran dry, and the music stopped. The men no longer cheering nor pleasuring.. The halls veiled in silence save the mocking laughter of the second for men were mere shells of mortality, vain sheathing under a bottomless forgery. And they fell under his foot while he howled in laughter.'All Rights Reserved