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“You’re doing well,” Yarvi’s uncle whispered in his ear. “I am walking.” “You are walking like a king.” “I am a king and I am walking. How could it be otherwise?”
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The smile of a man who studies beetles, wondering which to squash.
The wise speaker learns first when to stay silent.
The food of fear is ignorance, Mother Gundring used to say. The death of fear is knowledge.
“When you’re in hell,” murmured Yarvi, “only a devil can point the way out.”
“And what do you think the sympathy of nothing for nothing is worth?” Nothing laughed. “Nothing.”
“What is the world coming to when an honest man cannot burn corpses without suspicion?” asked Nothing.
