"Men of taste and refinement," Jedao says, very dryly, eyes sparkling. "Just as I always suspected."
He finally picks up his cup - fox now regrettably dropping, mostly melted back into the drink, and runs a fingertip around the rim.
"When I first came here, it was the railroad." He gets a slightly dreamy look. "Hell to build, backbreaking, but the thing itself - like an iron dragon with one great eye, always billowing smoke, roaring relentless across the curve of the earth."
He slips back out of his reverie, fixes Fives with a look somewhere between stern teacher and the sort of bitter man who writes letters to the editor about the lax morals of teenagers. A this is an important pronouncement on the State of Things sort of look. "The fall of the railroad is a modern tragedy."
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He finally picks up his cup - fox now regrettably dropping, mostly melted back into the drink, and runs a fingertip around the rim.
"When I first came here, it was the railroad." He gets a slightly dreamy look. "Hell to build, backbreaking, but the thing itself - like an iron dragon with one great eye, always billowing smoke, roaring relentless across the curve of the earth."
He slips back out of his reverie, fixes Fives with a look somewhere between stern teacher and the sort of bitter man who writes letters to the editor about the lax morals of teenagers. A this is an important pronouncement on the State of Things sort of look. "The fall of the railroad is a modern tragedy."