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I am reading Paradise Lost right now, and I think Milton's rendition of Satan's dinner party would be either in a submarine or a rocket ship circling the earth. Very dizzy-making indeed. You would have to serve food that SEEMED like a main course but was really an appetiser, and a dessert that looked like a soup but was really a pastry. It would be a really hard dinner party to pull off. I sound stupid and pretentious. I am stopping now.