The beautiful life is always damned, they say As for you, you've overexpended yourself: fifteen years of prominence, champagne, carriage rides in the Tuileries, having your name whispered behind manicured hands, getting elegant ladies out of elegant fixes - and you're in debt Bound by oath and honor to a pack of scoundrels
Your father, old peasant that he was, could have warned you against their type A piece of interactive fiction written by Emily Short
