The Life Of Polycrates And Other Stories For Antiquated Children - Plot & Excerpts
Then there are monotonous white lilies or those agitated little cowards called anemones; and buzzing gentian and snot-like primrose; so many petals waiting to be covered in slime, as it is that certain minds are repulsed by blue skies and would much rather grovel than stand upright; tongue languishing, spilled out onto the ground, for a centipede to crawl over, for some snail to pass along. II. “No, it is not that. It is just that I don’t feel my life is going in the direction that I wish.” “But you have a wonderful job.” “Which I am going to quit.” “Why?” Marcus asked. “You make almost twice as much money as I do.” “I have other opportunities,” Dino replied. “And there are more important things than making money.” He smiled. Involuntarily. He was a tall, very good-looking young man with broad shoulders, dark blond hair and soft brown eyes. His features were symmetrical. “He has nice bone structure,” a woman had once said of him. “Well, you have always been fortunate,”
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