i feel i have done all i can do, sir.
that is quite a statement from one so young, exeter.
many have opined that i have an old soul, sir.
so you have nothing for me, then? mister macardle sighed.
i thought it prudent not to produce absolute rubbish, sir.
feeling, like alexander, you have no more worlds to conquer.
exactly, sir, i could not have said it better myself.
outside the dusty window of the conference room, birds flew.
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exeter, with his old soul, walked slowly around the placid lake.
mister macardle poured a cup of tea with a cavalier flourish.
the door opened and proctor walked in quite at his ease.
well, what did you make of him? proctor bluntly asked macardle.
he just won’t do, macardle replied, he just won’t do.
i will have the necessary paperwork done and steps taken.
have you heard from parker ? macardle smoothly changed the subject.
no, and i do not care if i ever do,
exeter met juliana under a tall tree beside the lake.
have you made up your mind? she asked without ceremony.
i have made up my mind to conquer the world.
i do not suppose you wish to take me along.
of course not, it is obvious you just won’t do.
pray, how any people in the world just will do?
i never suspected you were such a philosopher, my dear.
is not a philosopher but a person who asks questions?
i never ask questions, exeter replied briskly, especially of myself.
a sudden breeze stirred the lake, and a raindrop fell.
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