Noxus Podunkus
(As wave on wave of applause sweeps over the pavilion and bags out the sides and top, leaning forward and opening one eye.) ’Tis beautifully said! Beautifully said! A perfect answer to a perfect Question! A wonderful testimony to the ever upwardness and onwardness of things! It is almost more than one could hope for—than any one can hope for! And now, my dears and dearesses, comes Question—(looks at the tablet while all the Dizzards lean and point)—Question Eight, a very, very great Question, a Question which, as I always say, has undoubtedly more than any other Question brought us at last to this very perfect and peaceful state, in which we rest as, I might say, a babe in its cradle, as a—a—Souffle! (he is fed). Here it is: “How is it that we know that God is on His Throne and all is well with the world? How is it?” Can’t you see how important that is, how wonderful? Come now! We must have a perfect and compelling answer to this! All together—One, Two, Three! (Leans forward expectantly, intently.)