It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

From vine to finish. A single grape the start of it, this unlabeled bottle right here in my hand the end of it, the eight hundred grapes inside.

The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.

I know this: The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness, she said.

Written By Gregory Maguire

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