High over the city, on a tall segment, stood the sculpture of the Happy Prince. He was overlaid done with slight leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two radiant sapphires, and a huge red ruby shined on his blade grip. He was particularly appreciated surely. "He is just about as wonderful as a weathercock," commented one of the Town Councilors who wished to acquire a standing for having imaginative preferences; "just not exactly so valuable," he added, dreading in case individuals should think him eccentric, which he truly was definitely not.
"For what reason wouldn't you be able to resemble the Happy Prince?" requested a reasonable mother from her son who was sobbing for the moon. "The Happy Prince never fantasies about sobbing for anything."
"I'm happy there is somebody on the planet who is very glad," mumbled a disillusioned man as he looked at the brilliant sculpture.
"He looks very much like a heavenly messenger," said the Charity Children as they emerged from the basilica in their dazzling red shrouds and their spotless white pinafores.
"How would you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."
"Ok! be that as it may, we have, in our fantasies," addressed the kids; and the Mathematical Master glared and looked exceptionally extreme, for he didn't support of kids dreaming.
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