"Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs."

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He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.

— Michael Ondaatje