The abbot and the monks crossed themselves nimbly and their lips fluttered with agitated prayers.

Merlin held his grip, but he was astonished clear down to his corns; he had never seen anything to begin with that, before.

Now was the time to pile in the effects.

I lifted my hands and groaned out this word--as it were in agony: "Nihilistendynamittheaterkaestchenssprengungsattentaetsversuchungen!" -- and turned on the red fire! You should have heard that Atlantic of people moan and howl when that crimson hell joined the blue! After sixty seconds I shouted: "Transvaaltruppentropentransporttrampelthiertreibertrauungsthraenen- tragoedie!" -- and lit up the green fire! After waiting only forty seconds this time, I spread my arms abroad and thundered out the devastating syllables of this word of words: "Mekkamuselmannenmassenmenchenmoerdermohrenmuttermarmormonumentenmacher!" -- and whirled on the purple glare! There they were, all going at once, red, blue, green, purple!--four furious volcanoes pouring vast clouds of radiant smoke aloft, and spreading a blinding rainbowed noonday to the furthest confines of that valley.

In the distance one could see that fellow on the pillar standing rigid against the background of sky, his seesaw stopped for the first time in twenty years.