In the old free days all I wanted was a sharp sword and a straight path to my enemies. Now no paths are straight and my sword is useless
Maxim Eremeevhar citeretfor 2 år siden
What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing; Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king
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