Just a colleague returns after an hour’s absence and to the lawful question “where did you go?” he answers: “Great Shai Khulud, let the world be purified by his actions, was ruthlessly thrown down into the infinite white glare of marble eternity and taken away by smelly streams into the unknownness of the universe.”
I stumbled for five or ten minutes, and then, as soon as I arrived, I rattled like an idiot. So nobody has spoken of a banal trip to the sortir yet.)