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-- Hmm, -- Quint muttered, looking at the stand. This was probably the most emotional reaction possible. Quint sometimes liked to go to the theater with his family, but he did it more to show off his good taste than out of love for the performances. Tragedies seemed implausible to him, and comedies were not bold enough in their mockery. He turned his gaze to the pile of flowers. -- Modain would have liked this. Like all old people, he is sentimental.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers