Sage sinography

Zebedee arrived.

BOING! {Coiled spring}

{large bold Chinese character}
("inner impulses of the tree")

"νίψον ανομήματα μή μόναν όψιν" said Zebedee, for no apparent reason. But reason suddenly appeared.

    "Turlingdromic Palinpoops," screamed Arthur, and without waiting for a reply he ("transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness") climbed into the tree, rather clumsily, scattering apples red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue. The singing brat was throttled, and Reason remarked sagely, "Wyrd bið ful araede. Neither a borrower nor descend a tree, for apple loses both itself and Eve. Bong. Bong. At the third stroke it will be precisely." But the third stroke never came.

    "What is being, anyway?" mused Arthur, combing the earwigs from his hair.

{large unconvincing Chinese character}
("I can't do funny Chinese pictograms")