"...Just when he thought the worst was over after picking up the crumbs, he soon realised the foolery of his ways. The sheer foolishness with which he dreamed, he hoped, he prayed. Even the ceiling seemed to mock him. He felt the crushing foolishness like he never did in all his years.
As he swept up the crumbs, he felt as if he was sweeping pieces of his idealism into the bin..."
Uncle T
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