Dane Douetil
THERE has never been the slightest attempt to mask the ambition nor the appetite for accumulation or display. Indeed, if truth be told, he'd be perplexed by the concepts of self-effacement, understatement or self-restraint, which probably explains why mere mention of his name can reduce sane, strong men to quivering, spittle-flecked apoplexy, or propel them into intense, unending hours of plotting which all too often blend into feverish dreams in which the object of their obsession is subjected to, say,...
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