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xvii. dictated, action

Paradisa
For my Giovanni. If you would be so kind.

[ Lucrezia can be found at highest roof with a wooden box inlaid with pearls at her feet. It is small and finely made, but the real (belated) gift is within: a white silk shirt fit for a little prince with golden narcissus embroidered on its sleeves. She turns away after enough time, retracing her steps back to her room. ]

Ovid once wrote, est etiam placuisse sibi quaecumque voluptas: virginibus cordi grataque forma suast.

But mirrors never turned out for good.

[ Translation goes: Besides, all women take a secret pride in being fine or else they are belied; for when the conscious maid explores her mirror and finds she's handsome, she herself adores. ]

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Well, I have been watching humans for a while, I have a good grasp on it.

Is it a good thing to be insane?

It makes life interesting, don't you think?

There are different kinds of insanity, I think.

Well, yes, you need the variety, you know.

I wonder, if happiness is tied to how uninteresting one's life is.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Would you rather be interesting in that case?

I think I'm interesting enough as it is.

Ah, then you are not happy enough.

What? Bollocks, I'm perfectly happy. I have alcohol.

Wine?

Amongst others.

What other is there?

...Oh Lulu, there's so much I have to teach you.

And show me, which you will.

Certainly, you have to learn from someone.

I wait eagerly for that invitation, Crowley.

I promise it'll be delivered soon.

How might I prepare for such lessons?

The less prepared you are the better, really.

Ah, is the surprise part of the lesson?

It'll be the best part, I promise.

I can hardly wait!

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