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. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle. “I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes.
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