Once he walked away...
The night will always open up its arms To one like you, ye favored of the earth; And shield you from the worst of worldly harms, The way it has since your advantaged birth Your travels done with such unthinking ease, Tonight you are in Egypt for a spell; While others scratch at dust upon …
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Servant's Book of Fables, Volume I, number 1.
HONOR AND DISHONOR “Honor is a fraud,” you say “Just dung beneath the glitter.” From lack of honor, then, I pray Just why are you so bitter?