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Forbidden fruit
‘Better not; hardly anyone is pure enough and you
can create a lot of havoc with bad intentions. Those
are the Brothers of Darkness. Watch out for them!”
Michel let everything sink in for a while.
“Are children still conceived among practitioners of
this technique?” he then asked.
“They are still being delivered by the stork.”
“Oh great, the stupid jokes are back,” and, making a
long face, Michel got up to leave.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll answer your question seriously.
Ordinary mortals are having enough babies to
preserve our population. Besides, very advanced
children are often born of initiates.”
“I suppose the transcendence of lust is the basis of
this,” his guest speculated.
“Indeed, once upon a time, Eve ate the forbidden
fruit and ever since then man has been banished from
paradise. Now we have to move mountains to repair
her mistake.”
“Forbidden fruit?”
“Forbidden fruit is symbolic for male sperm,”
François explained, drinking a last cup of tea. “But
do you play with yourself, or don’t you?” His friend
shook his head sadly and walked out of the room.
Incorrigible, that Rabelais!
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