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. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. You don’t have to live forever to understand that. You will go to London?” “It is necessary,” she answered.
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