Lebedev M. Grew the beard of a villain. Whenever I felt Particularly pleased with Himself, He Would dip His head and tug at His chin. He Was set on Luciferian and noble Appearing at once: More Than a fashionable attitude in the Higher Circles, I imagine.
Some Say That Would it work. Others, That I have succeeded in pretension.
But all in all, the Little Prince WAS Knowing and vile, crooked unmistakeable as child of king or crooked line, heir to an untrimmed tree That, in a world Ruled by Reason, Would Be Better STI Uprooted in Entirety.
But This Was Fiction, and Fiction is Dominated by Its Own logic. Thus, it WAS reasonable Lebedev That Be allowed to live as word and symbol, if little else.
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