texts: Go on, child. </s> <s> Tomorrow night, whisper a new tale to your neighbor, Cleante. He'll whisper it to his neighbor Dauphin, who'll whisper it to his neighbor Franval -- </s> <s> -- who'll whisper it to Bouchon --
labels: -- whose cell lies next to the linen cabinet! There, armed with a quill of my own, I'll commit it to paper!