![]() ![]() Iago: Ah, but then the business of Agrabah is business! ![]() (The other guests mutter to each other, clearly impressed.)ĭaru: Who am I to carry on? I of course am not an artist, but a humble businessman. ![]() Iago: The perfection of art is to conceal art. Although I adore art, I prefer nature.ĭaru: Mm, nature itself is but art, unknown to thee. One guest, Daru, is speaking.)ĭaru: All art is a revolt against man's fate. Seated around the table are the sultan, Aladdin and Jasmine, Iago, and several guests, all dressed in fine clothes. (Setting: the next day, at the palace, in the dining room. (A giant mechanical centipede comes over a sand dune, shooting fire from its mouth and headed towards the nomads. Nomad 2: But we will freeze! We must have fire! A cold wind is blowing, and two nomads are sitting under a grove of trees, huddled around a fire for warmth.)
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