She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him.
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