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...dung-bearing one. The black Goetic will pursue me with specters and ghosts. The sacrilegious Theurgist will consecrate my head to the crows, or perhaps to the sewers. Crazed Kabbalists will pray for their own detraction. The superannuated Trickster will represent me as a headless man or a eunuch. Contentious Philosophers will disagree with the most pugnacious opinions. The Pythagorean wanderers will make me migrate between a dog and a crocodile. Foul and biting Cynics will shut me up in a barrel or a tomb. Pestilential Academics will shout that wives should be held in common. Gluttonous Epicureans will kill me with intoxication. Impious Peripatetics will mortify my soul and exclude me from Paradise. Severe Stoics will turn me into flint, having stripped away all human affections. Vain-talking Metaphysicians, as if from a Demogorgonic chaos of things that are nowhere and will never be, will pervert my mind with their ceaseless paradoxes. Ethical censors will refer me to their tables of one hundred. The political Legislator will forbid me from holding office. The pleasure-seeking Prince will banish me from the court; ambitious Magnates will push me away with their pride. The hostile Populace will afflict me with insults from street to street. The terrible Tyrant will shut me up in the bull of Phalaris to be tortured. Factional Oligarchs will drive me into exile. The impetuous Plebs, that evil beast of many heads, will drag me to my ruin without a trial. Any afflicted Republic will accuse me of treason. Greedy Priests will interdict me from the altars. Masked Cowl-wearers and contumelious Hypocrites will harass me from the pulpit. Plenipotentiary Pontiffs will reserve my sins for eternal fires. Deceitful harlots will threaten me with the French pox. The rapacious Pimp and the drunken Bawd will pick my pockets. Ulcerous Beggars will exclude me from their almshouses. Gyrovagant hucksters will offer me the sacred fire and rapid bites, and will deprive me of their indulgences. The faithless Steward and Bursar will drive me into debt at the market. The blasphemous Sailor will throw me against the Scylla. The dishonest Merchant will consume what is pledged to him through usury. The thieving Quaestor will pillage my stipend. Harsh Farmers will bar me from their pleasant gardens. Idle Shepherds will devote me to the wolves. The wandering Fisherman will place a hidden hook for me. The clamorous Hunter will set dogs and hawks upon me. The armipotent Soldier will plunder me. Purpled Nobles will remove me from their order. Heralds in their cloaks will strip me of my ancestors' images and, citing knightly deeds—what they call tournaments—will shout for me on behalf of the rustic tax-collector. Scatophagous Physicians will drench me in urine and losses, from whom the talkative Logistician, by disputing about the disease, will take away the timely remedy, and the reckless Empiric, by doubtful experimentation, will expose me to the peril of death. The deceitful Methodic, by procrastinating the remedies, will draw out the illness to its...