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The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood,
born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. The flicker of an eyelash might
betray his presence. That was the true miracle of the
gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they
would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their
temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. ‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. There is turmoil, shouts,
cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite
directions. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have
calluses on their necks and hands from playing.
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