In our country, we make effigies of the Evil One; we burn them in our annual Evil One Festival. We note His absence from the Festival of Him –then we say that He is not real; or perhaps He is real but harmless, a coward who dares not appear on his name-day to face our angry fires, no matter how we taunt His effigies, how we burn murderers and traitors to death in His honor, how we connive to overthrow our fathers and disavow our sons,…
Our Festival has been the same each year for five hundred thirty-seven years.
But now, today, the guest of honor…
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