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Welcome to my Bitum!
Please - make a small offering to my protective deities, and then enter, so that we may, as it were, get down to business. |
As you wander through my house you may notice a strange smell. That, alas , is Apiltize, the mother of my beloved main wife,Shishkibaba. That small thing in her hand is a little doll effigy which she has made of me. You will notice her sticking pins in it.
That is, of course my problem, and not for you to worry about. So come, tell me what brings you to my observatory ? |
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 | Oh, but what must you think of me ? Before our
consultation begins, allow me to
offer you a little of my home-made brew,
an Eastern delicacy which I like to call
"Marduk's Revenge". Be warned, though, - it has a
bouquet on it like an Assyrian's armpit.
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I took the What Mythological Creature Are you? test by
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Apparently I am a hippogryph. That sounds suspiciously greek to me, and I would much prefer a
Babylonian sphinx. Still, beggars cannot be choosers.
Yes, indeed, beggars cannot be choosers.
My grandfather, Belshagger, had thoughts on this subject, for he was something of a philosopher.
" Norman," he once said to me, for alas, he could never remember my name,
" Norman, remember this - Enjoy wine, warring and wenching, for tomorrow we may die !"
Admittedly, the very next day he was slit through the gizzard, while drunk, by an outraged husband,
but it was a noble sentiment, I believe.
Come up to my roof terrace, and I will take a reading for you, while you cast your gaze upon the magnificent
gardens of Nebuchadnezzar. If we are very fortunate, Apiltize may lose her footing and fall off the balcony.
Try this fine website on Mesopotamia British Museum - Mesopotamia
Come into my courtyard, and we can see about that reading now. |
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There's nothing more down here !
