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Iuda was different. He didn’t laugh, but his face betrayed a knowing smile, just as a childless adult smiles at a child’s joke, amused by its naivety, but not delighting in its innocence.
The icon illustrated just a single moment. We could see neither how the dragon and saint had arrived at this confrontation, nor how it was to be resolved. To find out, we have only the mythic tales – written by men, not by dragons.
A serf can sit and remain in one state until his master tells him what he must do next. A freeman must be his own master.
was a pathetic cousin of Othello. For me the victory of my love over my wisdom meant that I could not kill when all sense dictated that I should.
