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Biblioklept 
“This same one [Peter] begged and got God to have the Magus torn apart by demons.”
Impetrare is the Latin word for “obtain by begging”. We have a word “impetrate” that means the same thing, though you’ll mostly find in the 17th century English corpus. I may have to start using it all the time, now that you’ve reminded me of its existence.
Tomorrow:
“Might a frothy flagon of coffee be impetrated from you, my good barista?”
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Good comment above. Mighty funny cartoon above that. The lowlands and deltas must have been a funky place.
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Cabin fever induces retentive compulsiveness. In the house because of the meteorological fever outside. Other than seeing biblioklept linked in article after article in the Jacksonville paper, said articles having nothing to do with the title of the etching/engraving? unless thirsty cows are in the picture, I cannot find any information on the meaning of the work overall, or specifically about all the bits and pieces. At one point I got directed to yahoo answers and while my answer was being found I could tell the committee something about myself. O Dear God doesn’t anybody grow up from the group therapy aspects of high school any more? I received a notice in email that while millions of people worldwide were looking for the answer to my question and then displayed information about the Olympic rings. What a moo herd mess the web is turning into. Even the Met’s two paragraphs on P.B.theE. were socially oriented. Artists are supposed to be anti-social, it’s one of the perks that come with their profession. It might be an interesting factoid to know which brew he preferred when at the pub, but my time on earth is limited and I would like to know the meaning of the title if not more. Descending from soapbox. Even a speculation or diversion would be welcome to my enquiring mind that wants to know. Flinderland must have been one bawdy place. Maybe the work is soothsaying heavy metal concerts?
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The Magus by John Fowles.
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