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. “You’re just a boy! You grow moody and spellbound, John, and the next moment you are ecstatic. I trust that no unpleasant rumours will be circulated before the election, at any rate.
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