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“Do you reckon we’ll be alright?”

“I reckon so.”

“And what of great men?”

“What of them?”

“How do they come about?”

“I suppose they come to terms with the severity of existence.”

“You are quite right. Fine wine never tasted so sweet as while I contemplate the man who broke my heart.”