For one night I was under the delusion of happiness. That's my flaw, my weakness, I could have the world in my hand. Empires, riches, and a creative well overflowing with inspiration. Yet without romance I feel as if I have nothing. I feel as if I was created as a Jew destined to wander the desert. Am I paying for past transgressions?
I played this to perfection. With all the grace of a gentleman, all the courtesy of a saint. Was I destined for villainy? Damn it, damn it all. There is no romance nor sanity left in this city. I am moving on.
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