Fiction | June 01, 1982

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Why do I persist in playing this part?  Why pull on boots & buckle on sword & mount my too costly horse & ride like a proper gent over to Essex House there to swagger about the courtyard?  To swap lies & fables with others who, whoever they may be, have no more business or good purpose here than myself.

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