And sometimes he overflowed with a peculiarly malignant wit that played, with devastating effect, upon any topics that had the courage to face it. I am your servitor. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. 1.
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