The Wiseman lays before his students a vision of magnificence in creativity, the arts, universes of openings, and a few ask for more. What more could he ask for? For something magnificent shall be incubated.
The clergyman gave his acolytes a vision of malignance in creativity, in the arts, gave the congregation a book of rules, creation, and a great many of them asked for more. What more could he have asked for? For them, none the wiser, something malignant had been incubated.
The cash strapped carpenter lost his comfortable furniture loving lost soul to cash on the nail instruments of humiliation and execution, and lost his son and family into the bargain.
Old Joe had strolled, lolled in lush green woods among cheerful flora and fauna aplenty, but his work drove him and his timbers into a cheerless desert where the straightforward, clear-cut trees there, two a penny, cash on the nail, bore barren fruit and their sap was rust.
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