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Horace Winter has spent forty-seven years working in a bank in Dublin, and all but the last three years of his life living with his mother. Horace doesn´t, strictly speaking, have friends. Instead he has butterflies and even humans appear to him as moths or butterflies, since the long-ago day when a Very Bad Thing happened.His approaching retirement brings Horace no sense of pleasure. How on earth is he supposed to survive out there in the world, without the safety-net of his little grey office? But when he takes a nasty turn on his doorstep and gets rushed off to hospital, he suddenly has a very different diagnosis to worry about.

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