Lord, how the plumes streamed, how the sun flamed and flashed from the endless procession of webby wheels! I waved my right arm as Launcelot swept in - he recognized my rag - I tore away noose and bandage, and shouted: "On your knees, every rascal of you, and salute the king! Who fails shall sup in hell to-night!" I always use that high style when I'm climaxing an effect.

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