IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING AWAY! I KNOW WHERE THE POISON IS! You're trying to trick me into giving away something. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. perhaps I have the strength after all.Īll right. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. That is what "to the pain means." It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.Īnd then my ears, I understand let's get on with it. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight. Next your nose.Īnd then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles.
That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me. I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
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