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    I'm starting a novel/reputation needed

    No feedback on my previous gag Love and fear Azull retreated to his quiet study, where at times he conversed with the ancients. Today he had an appointment with Machiavelli, whose thoughts materialized upon opening a Necrovion book. He was now a translucent ghost, flickering above the said book, grimacing as if tipsy. Ah, Niccolo! Good to see you again, said Azull. I hope you remember what we planned on discussing. Let's get to it - how else do you argument that it is better to be feared than loved? I say it is better to be loooved, said Machiavelli. Excuse me? Since when?! exclaimed Azull. Since yesterday. Went to Firenze...hic! and met a lovely young woman - Chiara. The things we did last night, hic! - I can't begin to tell you. That's...something else, said Azull. We were talking about principalities, about leaders. No, no, it is better to be loved, trust me, replied Machivelli. I swear to hic! God last night was the best night of my life. Again, we are not talking about last night. You were saying it is safer to be feared than loved, because men are ungrateful, fickle, false, cowardly, covetous, that love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails. Me? I don't remember...hic! Yes, you! In the book you wrote for Lorenzo! Lorenzo? Which Lorenzo? Oh, that Lorenzo! I thought you meant the barber. Yeah, that was...that was...to think of all I did for the republic, and how they treated me...I had a dream, you know? Hic! A dream where Rome was back, back to its former glory, shining splendidly in the sunrise! A dream where just people live under the best kind of government - the Republic. And you know what they did to me? Hic! Do you know?! Machiavelli started sobbing, cursing at his enemies and the lack of vision of Florentine leaders. Azull listened to him for a few minutes, then closed the book. He took his pouch from a drawer and rolled a cigarette. Taking a puff, he slammed shut the drawer: F****** drunkard!
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