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. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh.
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