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"Oh, my God! This has all been arranged," Ignatius screamed, rattling the huge edition in his paws. "I see it all now. I told you long ago that that mongoloid Mancuso was our nemesis. Now he has struck his final blow. How innocent I was to lend him this book. How I've been duped." He closed his bloodshot eyes and slobbered incoherently for a moment. "Taken in by a Third Reich strumpet hiding her depraved face behind my very own book, the very basis of my worldview. Oh, Mother, if you only knew how cruelly I've been tricked by a conspiracy. Ironically, the book of Fortuna is itself bad luck. Oh, Fortuna, you degenerate wanton!"