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Aeronwy, on a high horse

And what of Harvestmen, their fees not billed?

And what of Harvestmen, their fees not billed?

Dilys, uncaring

Well, why is that a thing I care about?

Well, why is that a thing I care about?

Aeronwy, exasperated

Your father is a member of the Guild!

Your father is a member of the Guild!

Dilys, bitter

Not anymore, not since they kicked him out.

Not anymore, not since they kicked him out.

Aeron--Dilys, interrupting

But still–

Forget the Guild, they’ll bury us!
Outdated, stiff-necked enemies of progress.

“But still–“
“Forget the Guild, they’ll bury us!
Outdated, stiff-necked enemies of progress.”

Dilys, angry

As science gives us wonders various
they toss it all aside and make it less.

As science gives us wonders various
they toss it all aside and make it less.