Glorious Exploits

by Ferdia Lennon

“You don’t rob a man of his suffering,” says Gelon quietly. “That’s his.”

“Why do you act the fool? You’re not a fool.” “I am. I just know it. I reckon that makes me cleverer than most.”

Common sense is common, has no imagination, and only works by precedent. It leaves the man who follows it poorer, if not in pocket, then in his heart. Fuck common sense.