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One night Velvet came into a bar high-siding about the big “sting” his ho had achieved.

For I am a man of many sorrows. Yet there is no necessity for me to sit sobbing and sighing in someone else's house. Unremitting grief is tiresome and I'm afraid some of your maids or you yourself might lose patience with me and conclude it was the wine that had gone to my head and released this flood of tears.

Compared to the audience at that first special session, these Marsrats didn'g partake of any shouting matches, cries for attention or self-centered complaining about quake damage. No hooraw at all, which struck me as surprising and surely disappointed Black-like-me.