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Life was a hunger meant to be sated. Life was meant to be swallowed, not sipped. But living cost money . . . lots of money.
“One woman is a pleasure, two a curse,”
“We all serve someone or something, my lord.”
“I don’t believe the purpose of life is to be happy. It’s to serve. It’s to be useful.”
“Are we not all bond servants to whatever we worship?”
It seemed the more successful he was, the more complicated his life became. Even escaping for a few days took a monumental effort.
These conquerors of the world are slaves to their passions, and someday their passions will bring them down.”
They demand the moral chains be removed, never understanding that it’s moral restraint that keeps man civilized.”
Hadassah stood silently before him, her head bowed. She had made no outburst of defense.
Caught in the mire of gods and goddesses, in the quest for happiness and the satiation of their own ambitions, they were dying.
He listened to Hadassah strum the small harp and sing of cattle on a thousand hills, of a shepherd tending his flock, of the sea and sky and a voice in the wind.
didn’t agree with my
“God spoke in a gentle whisper, Marcus. A still, small voice. A voice in the wind . . .”
The sound of the mob swelled around him in wanton passion, drunk on human blood and suffering, craving more, frenzied.
