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It is good to whisk things, I think. It may be good to whisk things. You can make them fluffy. You can whisk them to and fro. You can whisk eggs and make them foam, and if they are not eggs of the lung-towers, the centipedes, the cave-wolves —

If they are not evil prophet eggs, nor yet the eggs of a wicked hat —

I mean, if they are ordinary eggs, you know, safe bird eggs, I am tired of listing the exceptions —

Then whisking them and making them foam is good, oh Hans; oh Hans, oh, that would be OK.

But Hans has just whisked a duck.

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