Sarradon's Pendulous Breasts by Trooper York

"Or this apparatus for the study of the fermentation of milk. A maze of crystal arches leading from the lips to the hips due to the pendulous nature of the teat. Those little nipples, the hourglass where the sand has shifted, the electrolysis of the mustache, the swollen labia. Or the laboratory knife that looks like a cuneiform character, the spatula with the release lever, the glass blade, and the tiny, three-centimeter clay crucible for making a gnome-sized homunculus--infinitesimal womb for the most minuscule clonings. Or the wrinkled distended box filled with little white packets like a village apothecary's cachets, wrapped in parchment, covered with untranslatable ciphers, with mineral specimens that in reality are fragments of the Holy Shroud of Basilides, reliquaries containing the foreskin of Hermes Trismegistus. Or the long, thin upholsterer's hammer, a gavel for opening a brief judgement day, an object of quintessences to be held among the Elfs of Avalon. Or the delightful little apparatus for analyzing the combustion of oil, and the glass globules arrayed like quatrefoil petals, with other quatrefoils connected by golden tubes, and quatrefoils attached to other, crystal, tubes leading first to a copper cylinder below it, then to other tubes, lower still, pendulous appendages, testicles, glands, goiters, crests...This is modern chemistry? For this the author had to be guillotined, though truly nothing is created or destroyed? Or was he killed to silence what his fraud revealed?"