While having a cantle of cake, a zany man came to my doorstep. A Cataian, he was, for obvious reasons, I knew. Acted like a carl, the man did, until I diffused him by making him think he had been killed. He left my house, yearned but gone for an eternity, maimed, he believed he was. That is, until people started to tell him the truth.
"I throw thy name against the bruising stones"-The Two Gentlemen of Verona
It may mean that he will be disgraced
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