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. He's passed through some rough mental torture. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Await me in the coach.
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