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. “I don’t take any prisoners, John! You do not want this life!” “Yes I do! I am an adult. His heart hammered in his chest. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. “It is Rhea’s infant. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk.
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