Hearing these words, Martin thought of the endless "Gone with the Wind," the traders wandering near Clayton, and the bodies falling in front of shotgun barrels.
Who would willingly lay at the bottom to be a stepping stone for others?
Who would allow themselves to be drained of all essence like ore?
Who would work like a donkey, lashed and toiling yet only going in circles?
Martin downed his drink in one gulp, "Those who drag me down, I will kick into hell; those who block my way, I will push off the cliff; those who press from above, I will throw into the fire pit. Louise, could the future be any worse than my past?"
"What do I have to lose? If I fail, the worst I could do is come back as a dancer, or head to Sacred Valley to shoot films! I don't want to be a poor ghost all my life, stuck at the very bottom!"
