“Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. To perdition with them all. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. ‘It is to say goodbye, you understand.
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