The cakes you will give to a great dog called Cerberus, who will bark at you and bite you, when you get to the entrance of Pluto’s kingdom, and who will be quiet if you offer him a cake. […] I gave it you because I thought you might see prints of it, which you would better understand if you knew the story. […] If you believe him, you will die. […] I pity you; for, like you, I am deprived of those I love.” […] This woman will give you whatever you want.