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From Count Andreas Petofi: Exceeding the Grasp, an autobiographical gift of letters, lore, and lyrics.  Volume XI

And so, as I’ve amply demonstrated, if you ever have the chance to use the aforementioned technique to possess the brain of a child, you must avail yourself of it.  The expressions on the faces of their relatives are truly jewels beyond the wildest dreams of avarice.

In the Case of My Collinwood Capers, their lives were smorgasbords of lies upon which they gorged with the world’s zestiest sense of gluttony since the court of Nero! One, however, was closest to embracing his True Self.  Quentin Collins, the resplendent blackguard, had yet to become my legendary friend.  However, he had begun his evolution into a man in full.  A self-interested cad, Quentin was experiencing that great transformation that all true heroes endure.  The loss of his nocturnal humanity and then his child were harsh lessons in the school of life.  I, myself, was still a callow youth (relatively speaking), and I rue the time I wasted on my naughtiness in that great era.

Of course, by the time of the Battle of Yalu River, everything in life had changed.  But when does it not?

I miss dear Quentin.  I miss our furious fights as much as our subsequent laughter and victories and my infuriatingly unsuccessful attempts to induce him into the pleasures of light opera.  I miss all of it.  The true curse of shared immortality is losing the one friend equally cursed to survive with you.  We accept that mortals shall pass from our lives.  But to lose a Fellow in Timelessness?  That is a sorrow unique in its torture.

We are then left only with mortals, and we always know that their pleasures are ephemeral.  Mortals revel drunkenly on the knowledge that their actions, good or bad, will be but existential dust come a scant few decades.  The treasures gained by an immortal all pass.  The sins and losses never depart.

We-who-are-not-as-others experience a loneliness that others shall never truly understand.

Dear Quentin.  Dear, dear Quentin.

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