“Gott mate mutt,” crooned Dr. von Koenigswald. “Dyot meet mat,” echoed “Papa” Monzano. “God made mud,” was what they’d said, each in his own dialect. I will here abandon the dialects of the litany. “God got lonesome,” said Von Koenigswald. “God got lonesome.” “So God said to some of the mud, ‘Sit up!’” “So God said to some of the mud, ‘Sit up!’” “‘See all I’ve made,’ said God, ‘the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.’” “‘See all I’ve made,’ said God, ‘the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.’” “And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.” “And I was some of the mud that got to
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
