Vincent van Gogh View of Arles with Irises painting

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IKE A NEWBORN CHILD, the magician wept for a long time before he could speak. "The poor old woman," he whispered at last. The unicorn said nothing, and Schmendrick raised his head and stared at her in a strange way. A gray morning rain was beginning to fall, and she shone through it like a dolphin. "No," she said, answering his eyes. "I can never regret."
He was silent, crouched by the road in the rain, drawing his soaked cloak close around his body until he looked like a broken black umbrella. The unicorn waited, feeling the days of herfalling around her with the rain. "I can sorrow," she offered gently, "but it's not the same thing."
When Schmendrick