“Thou therefore on these herbs, and fruits, and flow’rs
Feed first, on each beast next, and fish, and fowl,
No homely morsels, and whatever thing
The scythe of Time mows down, devoured unspared,
Till I in man residing through the race,
His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect,
And season him thy last and sweetest prey.”
-Sin and Death come to Earth, John Milton, “Paradise Lost” 10.603-609

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   Is it me or does this look a hell of a lot like the fires of Mount Doom?

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