"I don't know why people spread these things."
"What?"
"Oh, these stupid superstitious good-luck dragons. There must be a dozen different dragon pictures now."
"Oh, é. They're everywhere, I just don't notice them anymore. Why dragons, anyway?"
"I think this is the oldest of them. At least it's the one I saw first, with the little poem. If Dante were writing today, I'm sure there'd be a special place in his hell for people who start these things."
"What poem?"
" 'Share this dragon, If you do, lucky end for them and you.' "
"Oh, yeah, dragons always bring a lucky end. I mean, what does that poem actually say? That you'll die lucky? That it'll be lucky for you to end?"

Then a thought passed through his mind, ever so briefly, but it woke him from his lethargy.

"Forward me that picture."