"Yesterday he coughed and sneezed and had a headache. But because I forgot the keys home, he took me around the city in the rain and bought me lots of food. He was smiling all the time, and with the usual silly tone, telling me all sorts of stories. That back in his hometown he used to be a mafia boss of sorts, pointing fingers at people and ordering rectification to wrongdoings. That he's now an architecture student, and has a liking for all things beautiful.
I don't know if such dramatic change, from a representative of might-is-right to a connoisseur of arts, is humanly possible. And I'm also frightened, because at times like this a love for beauty could qualify no man as a good person and not capable of harm or exploitation."
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