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. The young lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier. Ann Veronica said nothing.
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