We don't expect to meet such people in the world now; we don't believe in magic or fairies. Indeed, we are so brazen in our unbelief that we call them fairies, as our ancestors would never have dared. What does it matter what we call them? They don't exist.
But at the office now I am working on a project with a man who, in ignorance and arrogance, must have been especially rude to a particularly sensitive fée. He has a terrible gift, an unholy hybrid of King Midas and the Hydra:
Everything he touches turns into a monster.

I am slashing off heads and cauterizing the stumps of the necks as best I can, but I am no hero, and have no helpful Iolaus, either.
This is a long fight.
Edmund Spenser
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