After some failures trying to prevent the end of the world the normal way, the thought has occurred to our protagonists that the only Power great enough to prevent the end of the world would be a demon bound to implement a ‘nice’ superpowerful cognitive binding, or at least a cognitive binding that carries out intuitively specified instructions well enough to shut down all attempts at summoning non-value-aligned cognitive demons.

Now our “cat” comprises two cylindrical sections: the “forecat” (F), “hinder-cat” (F) and two legs (L) which can be drawn in so that they are flush with the hinder-cat’s surface.

Indeed, I shall study highly “abstracted” cats below.

For example, in Special Deliverance, the humans are stalked by The Wailer, which turns out to be a huge wolf-like creature that bellows an infinitely-sad howl. They never learn what the creature is, why it seems sad, or how it got there. 

Thus in City our Earth is overrun by ants, but the intelligent dogs and the remaining humans escape to other worlds in the time stream.

A blueprint may be invaluable in constructing a bar, but one cannot have a beer inside one.

Hughes goes on to say, “statisticians computed the infernal population as consisting of 1,758,064,176 devils” (W 71). Medieval demographers arrived at this number by assuming there were 6 legions of demons, each consisting of 66 cohorts, each of which consisted of 666 companies, and each company 6,666 individuals.

Doctor Who has become a religion, and not in a good sense.

A delightful way to refer to your rather boring hands.

The last thing I hear before I pass out in Christian Grey’s arms is his harsh epithet.

“Fuck!”