Nobody listens to Platocrates in Castlegate any more. Even the seagulls
were more interested in the scraps of bread than in his tortuous arguments.
The thing is, nowadays, the agora has moved into different realms,
with its own crowd of preachers and unrelenting keyboard warriors.
Anyway, Mr. Nothing, in his heart, also admitted to himself that following
this quaint persona occasionally left him feeling somewhat uneasy
as he courageously tried to make up for his lack of eloquence in front
of the old self-styled fool.
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