Facilis inventis addere.

There comes a French writer with an essay on the Borgias, than which--submitted as sober fact--nothing more amazingly lurid has been written.

In this, with a suggestive cleverness entirely Gallic, he causes us to gather an impression of Cesare in the intestinal sudatorium of that eventrated bull, as of one who is at once the hierophant and devotee of a monstrous, foul, and unclean rite of some unspeakable religion--a rite by comparison with which the Black Mass of the Abbe Gribourg becomes a sweet and wholesome thing.
But hear the man himself: "Cet homme de meurtres et d'inceste, incarne dans l'animal des hecatombes et des bestialites antiques en evoque les monstrueuses images.

Je crois entendre le taureau de Phalaris et le taureau de Pasiphae repondre, de loin, par d'effrayants mugissements, aux cris humains de ce bucentaure." That is the top note on this subject.

Hereafter all must pale to anti-climax..