; Andrea folded the paper and sat down.
Mark was staring at him. With fingers drummed on the table a tune. He looked back at Francis, who did not mind the whole thing. He decided to break the ice: "So Andrew, what does this threatening letter to a psychopath with our problem?". He returned to fix it.
"Then just do not understand," Andrea kept her head slightly tilted to one side, the look on the floor.
"There's a war in place. We're no longer talking about style or another. Here is a sharp-toothed monster that is emerging in all its squalor. "
"Ah," Frank nodded, "Here the only problem is the sales peak, the sabotage of a cultural industry at the outset. You're not taking too seriously a simple quarrel and a couple of letters from fans psychopaths? "
" No, "replied Andrea. "Luana was just the beginning. These people were in dire need of show. They were to emerge from the darkness of consumerism. What we want is action. What seeking and decision-making. We are living in our area. But this trend is general. "
"Boom! The end of the world, "said Francis.
"Francesco you pretend not to understand. Here is our future at stake. They want to be the power, the fulcrum, the centralization of culture. Become the only option. "
"But what the hell has this to do with the accusations of syntax, wrong views, recommendations, and other crap? "
" Luana, unbeknownst to him, is a Trojan horse. She has organized, gave the reasons, broadcast of ideas, has created a community. He gathered the energies of people who were bored to death. And someone else knows how to exploit them. "
"Andrea, you ..."
"Crazy?"
"I did not say, but ..." Francis tried to defend themselves.
Marco got up, took his whiskey glass and emptied it. "What do you propose to do? We could contradict them on their own ground, to improve our works, bring down their charges. "
"Useless, their castle is built on solid foundations. The only alternative is to defend our castle from the assault and start to prepare for the worst. "
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