He had been from the beginning a spy and a trepan.
For he had neither ship, instruct with oares, Nor men to fetch him from those stranger shores.
the wanton might Of Confectory Art endeavor'd how To charm all Tasts to their sweet overthrow
...seem’s he’s been tumbling ass over teakettle—though there’s no way to tell in this murky shitstorm, no visual references...
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