rms, which was called by the Conqueror Worm to suppress a book. As
soon as I heard that a book had been suppressed I went in search of a
copy. I found one in the Master's chamber of a deserted mansion of the
newly cultured. I carefully chewed it up and removed the fragments to my
nest, where I pieced them together again."

"What kind of book is it?" asked Gud. "I am rather fond of forbidden
books."

"It is a book of etiquette," replied the worm, "and if you will promise
me not to mark it up or tear out any choice passages, I will lend you my
copy."

So Gud sat down upon a gravel and the worm climbed a stalk of timothy
and handed Gud the book; but it was so badly patched up that he could
not read it.

"Perhaps," suggested the worm, "I should read it to you. See, this is
the table of contents. It says:

"'How to shake hands with gloves on.

"'How to introduce people who already know each other.

"'How to steal postage stamps without having a guilty conscience.

"'How to dance without knowing how.

"'How to pretend to understand relativity.

"'What to wear if you don't like spats.

"'How to tell a risque story in the presence of a minister.

"'How to get rich without making your friends envious.

"'How to catch large fish with little worms.'

"Ah," cried the worm, "that is the very line that caused the Diet of
Worms to suppress the book, for that is an allusion to the bitter truth
that worms are put on hooks to catch fish. We worms, who know that in
the end we shall conquer man himself, do not like to be reminded that in
the meanwhile man may use us for fish bait."

Gud smiled at the thought that the worms could only suppress the truth,
whereas he could change it. So he made it to be that men should no
longer put worms on hooks to catch fish, but should henceforth put fish
on hooks to catch worms. That is how came the great sport of worming;
and some of the worm tales men tell do not need to be suppressed, for
there is no truth in them.

Chapter LXVI

And now Gud came to a place where the ether was as thick as coal tar. It
was so dark that Fidu could not even imagine a moon, and Gud could not
see any reason for existence.

Just as he had about decided that there would never be any more light,
Gud saw a wee small flicker shining in the inky void, as might an
invisible star if there never had been brighter stars to pale its flame.

Hastening on Gud and Fidu came upon the source of light and fo