21. The words of his mouth were smoother than butter. He lorded and larded the man he hoped to devour. Soft, smooth, oily,
plentiful words are most plentiful where truth and sincerity are most scarce. But war was in his heart. When heart and lip so widely differ, the man is a
monster, and those whom he assaults are inflicted indeed. His words were softer than oil. Nothing could be more unctuous and fluent; his words were as
yielding as the best juice of the olive, yet they were drawn swords,
weapons brandished for the fray.
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