[ august should be so lucky that vittore is SUCH a patient man that he sits and listens to the whole ordeal as August gestures, swears, and flails his arms--pacing and giving him the whole run-down.
it's a lot, and it sounds like some wild book-written tale, but...

none of it is outside his newly written realm of possibility. he can't bring himself to doubt any part of it. ]

Most capitalists are types of demon anyway, but I suppose I do understand the worry.

So in the end, did you get the peach away from them? Was it made into the juice they were working on?