"Are you an advocate of Utopia," she interrupted him to avoid what she feared most.

"No, I find Utopia a philosopher's dream. A painter's imagination. A writer's fiction. A politican's make-believe. Idealism is for those who cannot come to terms with reality nor the world as it is. The world was created to perfection. I believe that, but when man came to the world, he added imperfection." He then sipped his coke.

"There you are, friends," Marie introduced, "the greatest philisopher, Thomas Danseco!"

"I only said what I believe in. Although I am not a preacher of new ideas."

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