Okay, so, I have read "Bon-Bon" - rather, I have finished reading him yesterday, I am still kept a-thrill by the gift of writing that Edgar so skillfully possessed and used. Honestly, I wanted to keep reading my 1000+ page book, but suddenly it was 11:23pm and I had to go to bed... which was a real bummer, but still I got to finish the legendary "Bon-Bon". And, no, it is not what you think! - the story of Pierre Bon-Bon has nothing to do with those fancy, English things that you pull, and they make a bang of Christmas Eve, and little presents fly out right at you. No - it is the sory of - Lo, and behold! - PIERRE BON-BON...
...Okay, I just checked and it turns out that "Bon-Bon" is actually a very creepy, blue bunny, according to Google - the one from "Five Nights At Eddy's" or whatever the frickin' game is called. Anyway. Whatever. Alright?
So, the story follows Pierre Bon-Bon, a man who believes himself to be a very sophisticated, smart and altogether cunning man who many people enjoy being around with. He takes - took, pardon! - much pride in all of the "branches" of his job, for he was one of those "important" people, and, all in all, I am thinking that he was a very haughty, stately, profound man who wore clothes that were rich in his days.
Well, one day, he is merely working on an "Exposition", when suddenly a voice began echoing around in his large apartment. Woken up from a merry doze, he was startled, and sat right up in his chair when a man, middle-aged, bald, with defined green glasses and whose "corners of the mouth were drawn down in an expression of submissive humility".
Upon further exploration, the mysterious man was found out to be "His Highness", or the devil himself, who, supposedly, sat down and upon the table of Pierre, while the poor man scuttled to get his finest wine. After drinking a few cups each, and getting rather drunk, Pierre, forgetting of his "Expotition" (I am guessing it is something like a book/essay(?), asked the Devil to tell him about the souls he had eaten, and if most were good or not.
I, myself, frankly, never knew that the "devil" ate souls, but in the skillful, humorous story, it turned out that "His Highness" did, in fact, feast upon them. He told Pierre of the many he liked, and disliked, and of what he had thought of Rome when he visited it for the first time. Then, Pierre wanted to know - for, why, doesn't everybody want to? - what the Devil thought of his soul, and possibly how it would taste...
A million stars, I give this timeless story - a million, no - a million and one out of a hundred! Yes! Yes!
-Sandra
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