SURREPTITIOUS TRAING: BUSINESSMAN
When the wind dies down
my surreptitious training can
cease. Listening to all your
new instructions is like getting
training from a dog. Not that I
mind, understand, but simply
that this far along in deep stages
of life, I'd rather be ranging in
Dreamland. Business and, now,
commerce, - your sought-for
intentions of trading for coin -
are seen pulling me back to the
Devil external. That' s a nice
house up on the hill, for sure;
but let's let it stay there for now.
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