Chapter II a Verses 74-79
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he is. He shams dead, like other vile insects, at the approach of 
danger; he tries to escape notice by assuming the colour and form 
of his surroundings, using “protective mimicry” like certain other 
invertebrates.
He exudes stink or ink like the skunk or the cuttle-fish, calling 
the one Morality and the other Decency. He is slippery with 
Hypocrisy, like a slug; and, labelling the totality of his defects 
Perfection, defines God as Faeces so that he may flatter himself 
with the epithet divine. The whole manœuvre is described as 
Religion.
78. Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men 
or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature 
shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, 
foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and 
the name of thy house 418.
79. The end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship to 
the prophet of the lovely Star!
Commentary: So mote it be!