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And yet perchance it may be better so, For Tyranny is an incestuous Queen, Murder her brother is her bedfellow, And the Plague chambers with her: in obscene And bloody paths her treacherous feet are set; Better the empty desert and a soul inviolate!

— Collected poems of Oscar Wilde by Oscar Wilde (Wordsworth poetry library) (Page 106)

I still had no idea how Laszlo had gotten away from me. I'd gone back to the Japanese Building and had circled it a dozen times, but the only way Laszlo and his assistant could've escaped without me seeing was if they'd sprouted wings and learned to fly. Luckily, Ruth had fared better with the butterfly, whose name was Jessamy Valentine. She'd learned that Jessamy had started out doing housecleaning and cooking for the magician before being asked to assist him in the show. Ruth even managed to find out where Laszlo lived. Ruth had told me the whole story while wearing the biggest grin I'd ever seen. I had a feeling Ruth and I had both gotten something we'd wanted

— Before We Disappear by Shaun David Hutchinson (Page 102)