The Enemy to Be Starved into Submission

           "Heisgone!"criedMartha,runningoutofherkitchenatthenoiseoftheviolentslammingofdoors.

           "Yes,"Ireplied,"completelygone."

           "Well;andhowabouthisdinner?"saidtheoldservant.

           "Hewon’thaveany."

           "Andhissupper?"

           "Hewon’thaveany."

           "What?"criedMartha,withclaspedhands.

           "No,mydearMartha,hewilleatnomore.Nooneinthehouseistoeatanythingatall.UncleLiedenbrockisgoingtomakeusallfastuntilhehassucceededindecipheringanundecipherablescrawl."

           "Oh,mydear!mustwethenalldieofhunger?"

           Ihardlydaredtoconfessthat,withsoabsolutearulerasmyuncle,thisfatewasinevitable.

           Theoldservant,visiblymoved,returnedtothekitchen,moaningpiteously.

           WhenIwasalone,IthoughtIwouldgoandtellGräubenallaboutit.ButhowshouldIbeabletoescapefromthehouse?TheProfessormightreturnatanymoment.Andsupposehecalledme?Andsupposehetackledmeagainwiththislogomachy,whichmightvainlyhavebeensetbeforeancientOedipus.

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