. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. “You would be wise to loosen your purse-strings, Gianfrancesco. ‘s as mad as any of you, in spite of all his respectability; not a bit of him straight anywhere, not one bit. Surely it was a dream. They shall hear of me no more.
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