Extraction: on the matter of
There are those who take and in the taking, erase. They eat the cake, divide the crumbs, then swear there never was a cake. They do not ask after you, for you do not exist to them except as larder, lawn or listening ear.
The nobility, at least, once feigned curiosity. They practised the manners of notice, if only to disguise their hunger. But the modern extractor wastes even that effort. He looks through you as through glass, sees only his own reflection and mistakes it for the world entire.
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