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Like moths to a flame, the Siderealists enlisted en masse,
all on the same day. Du Marchandises, busy as a bee in his studio, hadn't
heard a word about it until a breathless
messenger delivered a note from a mutual friend, informing him that
his good friend, Siderealist playwright Sac De Viande, had been seen wearing
a uniform and entering the home of Gaspille Argent, one of the richest
men in Paris, the most enthusiastic patron of the Siderealists and a real
art lover. Running the whole way, a panting du Marchandises burst in upon
the two startled men. |