Liner Notes:
The thought of being alone relieves Apollodorus' mind a bit. He's fed up with the mystic, for Viglius' hypocrisy is not a vulgar deception, nor a profane display of deceit, which makes him - in the eyes of the peasant - dull, soporific and dreary. In pursuit of alleviation of his boredom, our peasant heads for the noise coming from the nearby village, for he recognises it as the commotion brought forth by a feast, where he'll engage in zoolatric eccentricities…
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