Publisher's Synopsis
- But it's not right to use words like that.
- Which words? Hell? That's exactly where we are.
- What is wrong?
- I'm tired. Tired of talking. That's all I've ever done. Talk. Words. Hollow apologies and meaningless messages of good will. I daresay that makes me a good European.
- The Quaintrelle and the Mowdy-Warps; or: The Desire to Know
At a nondescript department of a nondescript Belgian university, a concupiscent miscellany of aspiring academics, sciolists and misanthropes gather in heaps, in hopes of furthering their career prospects. For behold: here we have Frank, the promising young scholar and scholarly young promiser, Sibyl who is renowned for being American, Fred the cynic and Esther, of unknown provenance. Much against their will, fate has brought these hapless characters together; yet now, as they embark upon their doughty quest for intellectual edification - intrepidly slaying dictionaries, indomitably conquering the Ethanol Seas and undauntedly confronting the dread of the human body - they are being observed by none other than the King of the Moon himself, Lunos the Mean-Spirited! Ergo, are you decadent enough? Then let us tarry no longer, but forthwith join His Intransigent Majesty in this, an epic tale of unbridled pretension, and waywardly set out to summits of unmitigated bluster and verbosity, that we may, once and for all, uncover the metaphysical implications of getting laid.
Warning: contains verse.
- Snuffed it!
Who was Sir Swiftly Bridges really? Is snuff tobacco conducive to bowel movements? Must a marriage contract needs prove an obstacle to wanton fornication? Are harpsichords safe hiding places? The answers to all the aforegoing are indited most condignly and as it behoves.
Contains wigs.