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Cloud Cuckoo Land by Antonius Diogenes, Folio P

… mild, fragrant…

… a river of cream…

… sloping glens and ·[orchards?]·…

… met by a bright hoopoe, who bowed his feathery crown and said, “I am the vice-undersecretary to the viceroy of Provisions and Accommodations,” and he draped a garland of ivy round my neck. Every bird swerved overhead in welcome, and sang its most tuneful…

… unchanging, everlasting, no months, no years, every hour like spring on the clearest, most gold-green morning, the dew like ·[diamonds?]·, the towers like honeycombs, and the western zephyr was the only breeze…

… plumpest raisins, finest custards, salmon and sardines…

… came the tortoise, the honeycakes, poppies and squills, and the ·[next?]·…

… I ate until I could ·[burst?]·, then ate more…