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The Ahrenic Ball (IC, Closed)

Postby Khornera » Fri May 25, 2018 2:39 pm

Hear and rejoice

Proclaimed here, in the exalted name of His Majesty:

Let it be known:


His Majesty (Long may he reign!) hereby invites the lawful governments of the nations of Ordis to appear in Kaldea in celebration of the spirit of universal brotherhood and peace. It is His Majesty’s wish that all come to attend in the spirit of this brotherhood and witness the plenty and bounty of the Exquisite Kingdom.

Guests will be received during an official ceremony early at the day at the Royal Palace, presided over by His Majesty, King Tesseran VI, and the Supreme Exarch of Kaldea, Sarilzar. There, His Majesty will extend his warmest welcome to all attending.

That evening after sunset, a grand ball will be hosted at the Royal Gardens, where food and beverages will be provided. That night, attending guests will stay at the prestigious Royal Kaldea Hotel.

Security will be provided by Ahrenic authorities. Attending delegations may take up to four security officers with them into the city bounds. All other security personnel will be expected to remain outside the city bounds under the supervision of local authorities, until the end of the celebrations. Up to one personal unarmed security officer may be taken to the ball.

Any official or unofficial inquiries are to be directed at the local Ahrenic ambassador or the Ahrenic minister of diplomacy.

Formal attire requested.




Midday
Royal Palace


Earlier today as the sun had reached its zenith, the royal palace became a nexus of bustling activity. Its halls became host to an eclectic mix of government officials, security personnel, nobles, clergy, and foreigners from all across the world.

The delegations would enter the grand throne room, a magnificent chamber over which the king himself presided in his opulent seat elevated above all visitors as a reminder of his superior status. On both sides next to him a series of similarly ornate seats, even if they could hardly be called thrones, formed a semi-circle. Most of them were occupied, all by beautifully dressed and impeccably groomed pure blooded Setic men and women, all wearing the symbols that indicated their status as a prince or princess of the Exquisite Kingdom. Behind them stood rows of robed attendants, all with their heads tilted towards the ground in supplication, all with short hair and the royal sigil tattooed on their forehead. The king would welcome all his guests with generous words, yet never rising from his throne. The lesser princes and princesses beside him remained silent as the grave, not even leaning over to exchange a quiet whisper. On the sides of the grand room, but isolated from the foreign delegations that stood at its centre, dozens of uniform-wearing officials of the Golden Circle watched intently. Amongst them in a more prominent position farther away from the corners, stood High-Commissary Klavigan Thal accompanied by his lesser ministers, looking onwards with his perpetually stern and humourless visage.

The ceremony was a short one, as to not drag out what many would undoubtedly consider a dull affair. It consisted of the Supreme Exarch accompanied by lesser clergy and a small honour guard making a few votive offerings and chanting. In a grand gesture, as the Supreme Exarch concluded his short service, banners rolled down and unfurled along the walls of the ceiling. They were the banners of the various nations attending the event, a sign of Ahrenic goodwill and hospitality. Notably, as to end the formalities, the king rose from his chair and spoke a few short words thanking all for accepting his invitation, and formally inviting them to the grand ball come eve.



Evening
Royal Palace Gardens


The garden was boxed in between several smaller complexes, chapels, and halls, that jointly made up the royal palace. Yet the garden itself was so massive that it took remarkable eyesight to see where it ended, through the foliage of trees and bushes. Only a relatively small part of the garden was used for the ball.

It was a small open plaza of black marble tiles surrounded by flowers and trees. It laid adjacent directly to the main complex of the royal palace, separated only by a small path and a portal that connected the two. An elevated platform stood opposite of that gateway, and on top two large and lit braziers were placed on the far left- and right ends. Behind the platform was a large black obelisk pointed towards the sky, covered in the light of several small lamps that shone on it and revealed its inscriptions. Normally the platform was used to address people in the garden or from which to lead in a religious service, now it played host to a small legion of musicians playing a variety of Ahrenic instruments, accompanied by the soothing chants of several female vocalists.

Outside the plaza, the other directions several smaller sections of the garden were also utilised. With a small clearing on the left where a large table with beverages and a variety of hors d'oeuvres was attended by servants. On the right of the plaza there was a pathway that led to a secondary entrance to the gardens, which used by those guests not part of the foreign delegations.

Beyond that, most of the gardens were off limit to guests for security reasons, with uniformed members of the royal security corps standing in the way to block any access. yet a few quiet enclaves, smaller clearings paved with stone and surrounded by statues, were still open for those that would seek some respite from the festivities and its pressures.

The night sky was dark, but it was set alight in blazing glory by the myriad of fireworks that burst in the sky in celebration of today.

At the plaza, festivities had just begun, although the first foreign delegates had yet to arrive. Servants carrying drinks and food on golden platters attended to the guests already present, which was an eclectic mix of nobles, government or Circle officials, clergy, businessman, and similarly high-placed individuals. Notably, several princes and princesses of the extended royal family were wandering the grounds with their own entourages as well. The king himself however, was still notably absent.

The High-Commissary was already present however, flanked by the president of the national conglomerate, with whom he was engaged in some subdued conversation while they partook in one of the drinks served: an Ahrenic liquor that was difficult to compare with any Ordan or Escaric beverage, but distinguished by its combination of fruity aromas and almost velvety texture. Though he spoke with his companion, the Comissary’s eyes were directed towards the gateway on the other side of the plaza, where soon the first delegations would arrive.




The formal entrance to the garden was a black marble gateway inscribed with a variety of gilded ancient symbols, covered in part in ornate red drapes that were strung from the top of the portal to the side of the columns it rested on. Connecting the gateway and the palace was a long red carpet covered by the petals of a variety of flowers, flanked by ranks of ceremonial guards wielding spears. It led to a stone stairway that led up to a grand entrance to the interior of the royal complex. This entrance to the gardens was far from the only one, but the one designated to welcome the foreign delegations. Other Ahrenics just had to suffice with one of the less grand entrances to the gardens.

Lady Mylitta had been given the task of welcoming the foreign guests, accompanied by a lesser servant carrying a digital tablet containing a guest list. Although she wore a traditional Ahrenic dress made from elegant silky clothes, she had opted for some measure of puritanism by wearing a dress that covered her right breast, whereas traditionally it was exposed and bare. She remembered some of the disapproving glances several Circle-members and even subordinate servants had given her on her way here, judging her. But when she had suggested it a few days before the event to her superior, he supported her effort to put foreign delegations a bit more at ease.

The inclusion of the red carpet, as a distinctly Ordan influence, was of course a similar effort to make the foreigners feel somewhat welcomed. Although they would inevitably be confronted by the radically different culture and mores of the Ahrenic peoples, it would at least show that their hosts cared. The red carpet, so she heard, was a direct order from the High-Commissary. It was a peculiar thought that a man of his position would double as a party planner.

Before her on the other side of the carpet the large doors opened, and a set of silhouettes stepped forward to approach her.
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Postby New Spanishland » Tue May 29, 2018 8:14 am

It was going to be a pretty long day. A day before the reception at the Royal Palace the Hyspannia Dynamics HD-112 belonging to the Imperial Household landed at the International Airport of Kaldea. This plane was for the exclusive use of the Prime Minister, the rest of the Cabinet and the diplomatic missions around all Ordis since the HD-1112 (A smaller version) were only for the Imperial Family.

Nicknamed “Centurion” by the pilots of the Group 5 the plane was painted on a pristine white color along with two thin red stripes from the tail to the cabin, on the right side of the fuselage “Nueva Hyspania” was written while on the left, “Aviación Imperial” could be read. The Coat of Arms of the Imperial Household was under the chain of windows from right to left next to the plane’s door.

The “Centurion” was carrying, apart from the security staff and part of the Hyspanic Diplomatic Mission two very special characters: For one side there was Xavier Ocando, executive of HyspanOil, one of the few state-owned companies. Mr. Ocando was in charge of the Inter-institutional Commercialization Department being on office around twelve years. Last but not surely not least, the newly elected Prime Minister of the Empire, Helenna Monserrat. The nationalist industrial engineer was in charge of the Hyspanic Government for five months now and this was going to be her first official event outside her home country. After finishing all the respective matters in the Ahrenic Custom, the Hyspanic Delegation headed to their embassy on two black sedans.

After having some words with Dr. Calzadas, the Hyspanic ambassador, Monserrat headed to her room. The small but comfortable habitation was painted on light marble, counted with a slim screen TV, desk, bathroom and king size bed. Over the bed were a navy blue dress and the invitation for the ball, the woman approached and took the paper on her hands to read it again, the temperature of the room made her remember the warmth of the office back at La Velena, and the situation brought back a very unlucky quote made by one antecessor. “How can be possible…” She thought. At that time someone knocked the door.

―Come in― she said.

The door opened without noise and Xavier Ocando stepped into the room, the 42 years old man was attired on his tailored grey suit and black tie over a white dress shirt and polished black dress shoes. He was tall, dark haired; his coffee-colored eyes had a friendly yet inquisitive look remarked over the glasses he was using.

―Excuse me Prime Minister, I didn’t meant to disturb you.

―You haven’t done anything, it’s nothing.

―Good. I just wanted to talk about some last time details on the event of this evening.

―It would be smart to keep them until the next two hours, I’m expecting a call from Minister Holt and then we can talk about this on the meeting before our departure to the Royal Palace. Understood?

―Yes, Prime Minister.

―And just one thing: If we are going to work together on this assignment of ours we need to break some boundaries, just call me by my name or surname as suits you, I’ll do the same. Of course we are going to do this on private matters, on public you know how it goes. I made myself clear?

―Yes, Helenna.

The prime minister nodded and dismissed Ocando with a gesture. When the door closed behind her, Helenna returned to remember her predecessor: The conservative Mercedes Briceño-Blanco, who in her time was the first woman to reach the head of government during the years of the "Reconstruction" at the end from the war.

Briceño-Blanco was a woman of those times: haughty, scathing and accurate in her statements, a true iron lady, defender of national values and democratic institutions. When she was asked in an interview what she thought of a country called Ahrenok in the continent of Valeya, she said: "Ahrenrok is by far the most decadent and abject serpent lair in Ordis, the hammer of justice shall fall over their heads for good."

Just remembering it made him feel ashamed. Now she was there, in a different country, different from the rest, known for its traditional secrecy and its policies contrary to the western democratic government system. Even so, she felt optimistic, knew that she should amend such indiscretion, try to improve the image of His Majesty's government before her hosts and the rest of the international dignitaries. It was the perfect opportunity.

At that moment his phone rang, it was Minister Holt, of foreign relations.

-Yes, Mr. Holt ...

The twilight had given rise to the night, the city of Kaldea offered in that season of the year a warm and comfortable climate, the breeze of the night subtly caressing the trees and their leaves. Kaldea was, in addition, a highly organized and clean city, in addition to modern; You could see skyscrapers and buildings of unique architecture. A really superb place.

When Helenna could appreciate the views the capital thought it was like being in a place where the outside world had not permeated, a city without any parallels. And even more impressive were the gardens of the royal palace where he was walking: leafy hedges, trees trimmed with a master planter technique and the walled with its lanterns and climbing plants.

Beside her was Mr. Ocando, accompanying her on her tour before the reception in the garden.

―So, we are going to take this proposal to the President of the Conglomerate?

―It is one of the most important personalities of the Golden Circle, the caste that governs the country.

―I understand, everything is in the folder that we will show to him anyway.

Helenna looked at him with confidence and a touch of complicity.

―It will attract his attention. I'm sure.
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Postby Kolintha » Sat Jun 23, 2018 4:31 am

A black limousine, emblazoned with the silver lotus of the Shirakawan embassy in Kaldea, rolled onto the sprawling premises of the Royal Palace for the second time that day, as the sky slowly darkened and the festivities in the Ahrenic capital began to unfold, with fireworks illuminating the sky above and music drifting out across the garden air below.

The car stopped just short of the inner security checkpoint at the entrance of the gala. The first to exit was a stern-faced Shinsengumi officer in a nondescript black and grey kimono. He looked around and rapidly mumbled some words into his earpiece before holding open the door for the rest of the delegation.

The first to step out was the Grand King, Tenkatsukou, followed closely by the Queen Consort, Kosane, and the Crown Princess of Shirakawan, Utako. The three royals were dressed in modest evening robes - deep blue, with stylized floral decorations in yellow and white - far simpler than their elaborate finery at the ceremony earlier in the day.

After them came the State Marshal, Chika “Ryūoka” Seikoujo - the head of government, known for her straightforward mindset and distaste for pomp and circumstance, wore a simple white suit, with a stiffened manchu collar. To her left was her husband, Timura Orujin, and to her right her son, Kouta - owner and heir respectively to Gosei Services, a minor but notable conglomerate with roots in retail and finance.

And last of all was the Shirakawan ambassador to Ahrenrok himself, Junji Shisato, with his small entourage of junior diplomats.

“If I see another one of these thugs staring me down, I’m fairly certain I will crack.” Kouta spoke quietly, as the group passed through the tight cordon of security and stepped onto the red carpet - an almost unusually familiar touch in the otherwise highly exotic Ahrenic model of event preparation. Although he was joking, his words were delivered with very little humour.
His mother tutted. “Security is security. Granted this is the ‘New World’, but just clench your teeth and put up with it. We’re maintaining and strengthening relations, so look up, smile and answer politely when spoken to.”

The ambassador came up from behind and placed a pale hand on the scion’s shoulder.
“Her Excellency is correct.” He affirmed, breaking into the conversation, “We’ll be splitting once we’re in, for the record. You’ll be accompanying me, Mister Seikoujo, while the Marshal and your father form their own group..”
“Yes, I’m aware.” Kouta replied, shrugging off the diplomat’s hand.
“And of course we are all here to support and serve His Majesty and Her Highness.” Shisato finished, before stepping off to the front of the delegation as they ascended the great stone staircase and were greeted by Lady Mylitta.

He stopped a step below behind the Grand King out of respect, and bowed deeply to the Ahrenic noble.
“Greetings, as the official representative of the Kingdom of Shirakawa, I am honoured to make your acquaintance.” He began in fluent Ahrenic, “...and introduce to you His Majesty the Grand King, Her Excellency the State Marshal, and Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess.”
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Postby Khornera » Mon Jul 23, 2018 6:47 am

Seeing the Shirakawan delegation approach over the carpet, Lady Mylitta checked their names on the list on her tablet. The Shirakawan ambassador made a deep bow towards her as he introduced the delegation. Ofcourse, a foreign monarch hardly needed an introduction in the strictest sense, but the tradition was to be honoured. Mylitta smiled politely, somewhat impressed by the foreigner's excellent mastery of the Ahrenic language. Even amongst professional diplomats, such a mastery was a rare sight, and it was sure to endear him to the assembled Ahrenic noblemen, -women, and uniformed party magnates.

She answered the introduction with a polite smile directed at the ambassador, accompanied by a nod. She then turned to the delegation as a whole, but focusing on the Grand King first and foremost.

"Your Majesty.", she said in fluid Shirakawan, though it was not at the level of excellency that the ambassador had managed to achieve in Ahrenic. Then again, considering she was expected to be able to converse in many of the common Ordic languages, it could hardly be considered inadequate.

"It is an honour to receive you and your companions. We are graced by your presence tonight. " she stepped aside to open the entrance through the black gateway into the gardens proper. Two royal attendants already stood on the other side with silver platters with flute glasses of champagne and Ahrenic liquors. "His Exquisite Majesty hopes you will all enjoy your evening."

As the Shirakawan delegation made their way inside, the next group could already be seen approaching, the representatives from New Hyspania. Helenna Monserrat at the forefront, whom Lady Mylitta instantly recognised and greeted with a formal bow. "Your Excellency, I would like to formally welcome you to the royal palace this evening."

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.


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Postby Toishima » Sat Aug 04, 2018 2:12 am

"This is... Different."

Empress Kameko looked out the tinted window of the Yamataian Embassy vehicle, a special armoured minibus that looked exactly like a normal Mitsuhishi minibus, as used in dozens of cities worldwide. The exterior of the vehicle was painted in glossy black, with the only indication of the importance of the occupants being the diplomatic license plate and the two small Radiant Sun flags fluttering from front roof of the bus. A second vehicle, an armoured SUV, followed behind. The Ahrenic stipulations on armed guards had been annoying, but tolerable, and exactly four Royal Guards were present; one in the bus and three in the SUV. While the Ahrenics had been good friends of Yamatai since the Endwar, an Imperial Navy Umibozu frogman commando team awaited in secret somewhere close by. One could never be too cautious regarding the Empress of Yamatai Herself.

"What's different?"

Kameko turned away from the window to address her counterpart as the small convoy entered the palace a second time for the day. She had changed out of the afternoon's formal plain black and crimson kimono, and now wore a more elaborate deep crimson Akitsukuni-style kimono with golden trim, black tomoeri and a golden obi sash. In the sash was tucked a non-sharp replica of the Taketō, the heirloom sword of the Bamboo Throne and one of the Five Treasures of the Imperial House. Compared to the everyday fashions of Yamatai and neighbouring Shirakawa, Kameko's 'more elaborate' outfit was still rather plain, the signature characteristic of the notoriously restrained Akitsukunese high culture to which the Imperial House of Yamatai naturally belonged.

"Well, Arenikku culture is much different compared to the rest of the world. We've been here before, but it's always quite an interesting experience each time. From the architecture to the way people dress... It's quite different from Yamatai, that's for sure," Kameko replied. Privately, she knew that her muttering had been an accident. What was different was not the Ahrenic culture; every culture was naturally different, and to treat the Ahrenics specially just because they were more different would be improper. What really was different was...

"I'll have to taste their food to see how different they are," chirped Kameko's younger sister, Kikuko, Crown Princess of Yamatai. Kameko smiled slightly, her sister not registering the expression. The younger girl cocked her head slightly to the left, a habit she had developed after that accident that took both their parents, the use of her legs and her eyesight. She wore a black and maroon kimono not unlike the one Kameko wore in the afternoon, and smiled slightly - drilled-in Akitsukunese conservatism at work - with childish glee at being in a foreign land once again.

Kameko closed her eyes. Bringing her teenaged sister along had not been part of the plan. Despite the Crown Princess's overwhelming popularity in Shirakawa, Kameko had not brought her along for her state visit earlier in the year, and she had in fact not left the country since the accident five years ago. One could also say she rarely left the Imperial Palace, as she could no longer be effectively taught by the Imperial Miyako Academy for Young Women, that traditional birth-to-degree girls' school for the upper classes of Yamatai. The Empress had no intention to imprison her beloved sibling. And she had broken when Kikuko told her she was doing exactly that.

The Empress of Yamatai used to be one of the most powerful monarchs in Escar, and entire fleets of ships would sail out in protection of Empress Kayako, Hinata, Tsukiyama, even Keiko. The modern world proved to be less dangerous, and thus less security tended to be needed, especially when visiting friendly countries with shared military histories. Ultimately, that Umibozu team wasn't for Kameko, and the four Royal Guards present had been privately briefed by Kameko herself to protect the Crown Princess first. She was the last of her family in the increasingly lonely world Kameko had been thrust into.

And I am a selfish person.

With a barely audible sound, the door automatically slid open and a ramp slid out from beneath the bus to the ground. The Royal Guard who had been sitting in the front seat stood at attention next to the door, dressed in an all-black kimono with the trademark Yamataian conical helmet, similar to the paddy hats used by farmers all across Escar.

"Tenno Heika Banzai!" As per custom, the Guardsman yelled out as the Empress exited the vehicle, raising both fists into the air. Kameko stepped gingerly with her wooden clogs onto the red carpet the Ahrenics had laid out for them, an oddity for these people, giving the Guardsman a slight bow. He responded with a near-ninety-degree bow. Foreign observers of Yamataian culture could easily find as many oddities as they found staring at the Ahrenics.

And then, to the surprise of anyone watching, Crown Princess Kikuko made her first foreign public appearance in over five years, wheeling herself down the ramp and onto the carpet in a typical blue hospital wheelchair, though she sat atop on a purple cushion. She could not bow or acknowledge that the Guardsman was doing so, but he bent his body yet again. The 17-year-old gave a small wave, slight smile contrasting against the stark white bandages wrapped around her eyes that neatly covered the gruesome visage beneath.

Following behind Kikuko was Hanako Yamamoto, the recently-reelected Prime Minister of Yamatai, along with her husband Shiro and son Eiji. The Prime Minister herself was dressed in a cream Hinomoto-style Hōmongi kimono with a sakura pattern, very similar to or perhaps the exact outfit she wore when she gave her victory speech a few months ago. Shiro wore subtler blue robes with a wave pattern, while Eiji was dressed in green, the bespectacled boy clutching a handheld game device defiantly. The last to emerge from the vehicle was Kenji Shinoda, the Yamataian Ambassador to Ahrenrok, who looked as though he had much better things to do elsewhere, though his cluster of juniors and aides were clearly far more enthusiastic than he was.

Approaching Lady Mylitta right behind the Hyspanic delegation, the Yamataians were clearly not as humble as their mainland counterparts. Ambassador Shinoda stepped forward and bowed slightly to Mylitta, then spoke exclusively in Yashman, well aware that she could understand him. Or perhaps it was also because of the partial untranslatability of what was to flow from his silver-lined ambassador's mouth.

"Good evening. As the Imperial Ambassador to Ahrenrok, I Kenji Shinoda, present to you Her Grand Imperial Highness, the Daughter of Heaven, ruler of the Lands of the Radiant Suns and Eternal Moons, Descendant of Himiko, Empress of Akitsukuni, Futana, Mizuho, Ōshima, Tsukushi, Hinomoto and other Imperial realms, Under the Divine Protection of Izanami, Izanagi and their Descendants, Ruler of the Greater Empire of Yamatai and Guardian of Our People, Firstborn of Kazuko, Empress Kameko," Shinoda paused to catch his breath, as was common amongst people who had been before in this exact situation, "accompanying Her Imperial Highness are Her Imperial Highness the Crown Princess of Yamatai, Secondborn of Kazuko, Princess Kikuko, as well as Prime Minister Hanako Yamamoto. IT is an honour to have been invited to this event, and I am pleased to meet you."
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Postby Khornera » Wed Aug 15, 2018 4:08 am

Mylitta couldn’t help but be forced to suppress a minor smirk of amusement that formed on her face as the ambassador caught his breath in the middle of announcing the delegation from Yamatai. She had been in his position before, announcing the long list of titles and monikkers that Ahrenic nobles, especially those from the Royal Dynasty, liked to present themselves with. Yet these days it was rare for Ordan and Escaric monarchs to introduce themselves in such overly convoluted fashion, and as such it was rare for Mylitta to be on the other side of the exchange and watch someone else exhaust themselves.

“His Majesty would like to extend his warmest welcome to Her Grand Imperial Highness-” as she spoke the words “His Majesty”, referring to her own monarch, she could see one of the palace’s honour guards twitch in his face as if he was instinctively compelled to shout: “Long may he reign!”, and could only just restrain himself. “-as well as Her Imperial Highness and the esteemed Prime Minister.” her eyes darted towards Shinoda. “As well as ofcourse, the honourable ambassador.”

Her Yashman could hardly be called fluent, although it did come somewhat remotely close. Many Ahrenics still found Yashman and the Yamataians to be more agreeable than most other Escarics, if only because they stood on the side of Ahrenrok in the Endwar all those decades ago. So it was not rare for an Ahrenic to study a few basic phrases in Yashman if their time allowed for it. Mylitta was no exception, and due to her station she went farther than most, reaching a level that was quite respectable, even if the Ahrenic accent had a way of forcing itself through.

Occasionally her eyes lingered on the intricate patterns of the kimonos the Yamataians wore, the intricate floral arrangement of the sakura, the tidal waves on fields of blue, or even the simplicity of solid green. The vibrancy of colour and patterns was something beautiful to behold every time. For a moment she lamented how Ahrenic fashion had never embraced such bold patterns, instead opting for more solid subdued colours often adorned with the gleam of precious metals: silver and gold.

Mylitta pressed a few buttons on her tablet, marking the Yamatain delegation as present. She then stepped aside, opening the way to the ball proper, and revealing a vista of opulent celebration. Servants wielding golden trays of hors d'oeuvres and various drinks scurried around through the masses of uniformed party magnates and extravagantly dressed aristocrats. Two servants with liquors stood beside the carpet, ready to offer a first drink to the new arrivals.

“We hope you enjoy yourselves this evening.”

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.


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