Oh the huge wholesome contempt for self which springs from
the sense of disproportion perceived by bona fide Laughter! Truly it
slays, with jolliest cannibal revels, that sour black-coated missionary the
serious Ego, and plumps him into the pot. Te-he! — the Voice of
Civilization — the Messenger of the White Man’s God — bubble, bubble,
bubble! Throw in another handful of sage, brother! And the sweet-smelling
smoke rises and veils with exquisite shy seduction the shameless bodies of
the Stars!