“He gazed up at the golden face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark whiskers. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving beast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Doge.”
- George Orwow.