Anthony Mallare:
You contemptible fools. Sitting snug and dry in your taxidermist window. Self-satisfied with your crackling egos, looking at life with beady eyes.
Julia Vivian:
What's the matter with you?
Vanderveer Veyden:
Tony, are you ill?
Anthony Mallare:
No. Not anymore. But you are. You're sick - all of you. Little scribblers. Sick with your greedy pursuit of trifles. Sick with making life small.
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