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Ad Memoriam Demetrii


The Wombat was, I could tell, in a somber mood when he recieved me in his rural retreat in Fauquier County, Virginia. His dark clothing seemed to reflext his frame of mind; and on the Florentine credenza stood, not the colorful array of comestibles which I was wont to see there, but a large bedewed pitcher of nearly black liquid, a silver plate of black chocolate confections, and a platter, likewise argent, of delicate sandwiches of some black bread.