When Momo was in the audience a floodgate seemed to open inside him,
releasing a torrent of new ideas that bubbled forth without his ever having to think twice.
On the contrary, he often had to restrain himself from going too far,
as he did the day his services were enlisted by two elderly American ladies whose blood he curdled with the following tale:
“It is, of course, common knowledge, even in your own fair, freedom-loving land, dear ladies,
that the cruel tyrant Marxentius Communis, nicknamed 'the Red', resolved to mould the world to fit his own ideas.
Try as he might, however, he found that people refused to change their ways and remained much the same as they always had been.
Towards the end of his life, Marxentius Communis went mad.
The ancient world had no psychiatrists capable of curing such mental disorders, as I'm sure you know, so the tyrant continued to rave unchecked.
He eventually took it into his head to leave the existing world to its own devices and create a brand-new world of his own.
He therefore decreed the construction of a globe exactly the same size as the old one,
complete with perfect replicas of everything in it - every building and tree, every mountain, river and sea.
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