( And now, then, they've come to the root of it. Of course, a favour. In this life or the next, will beautiful women ever come to him for aught else?
It flatters inklings of him that are root without grown branches, to be their provider. To think there is a part of him, inescapable, whom they might seek out first.
They come to him. For all he is an uneducated man of primitive means, with neither rank nor luck nor looks, to him.
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It flatters inklings of him that are root without grown branches, to be their provider. To think there is a part of him, inescapable, whom they might seek out first.
They come to him. For all he is an uneducated man of primitive means, with neither rank nor luck nor looks, to him.
And he smiles back, feral. )
So's every rat on the street. What'll they give?