You're on your own little quest, an there's a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne's Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.
Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning
This was how you wound up in the Inquisition. When you stopped being able to see any difference between Light Ones and Dark Ones. When for you, people weren't even a flock of sheep, but just a handful of spiders in a glass jar. When you stopped belie...
That's the hardest thing of all--never to become cynical, never to lose faith, never to become indifferent.
I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.
