There was no way in which, having imagined it, he could bring himself not to create it.
He spurned worlds behind him in order to hammer his dreams into reality, and left duty and respect behind him like worn-out rags, because a man must have a sense of priorities. If he regretted anything, he did not mention it afterwards.
He was, after all, a man who valued friends, and cats, and proper style, and hats, and showmanship.
And he was fond of playing games.
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