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One American can really fill a room. I assume it only takes a hundred or so to really fill a country.
“That is horrifying and I want to go home,” I said, although I pronounced it, “Ah. I see.”
No wonder Americans all move like they’ve got extra space around them. If their country was a house, it would be one of those monstrous old ramblers that no one can afford to heat in the winter. They probably develop drafts in New York because someone left a window open in San Francisco.
We have a saying in Gallacia: “When the wolf bites your heart, don’t wait for him to shit,” which means, “If you’re scared of doing something, don’t put it off.”
There is nothing like having your trousers around your ankles and your arse hanging over an empty space while a veritable army of unseen nature screams at you to make you feel vulnerable.
Ingold got the hunted look of a man trying to explain psychology to an alien jellyfish creature. (It’s rare, but you know it when you see it.)
Sometimes when people hurt for a long time, they start to think that hurting is part of who they are. And then anything that helps the hurt, even healing, feels like it’s trying to strip part of them away.”
“Rules of life,” Angus said. “Be true to your friends, don’t cheat at cards, don’t piss on the less fortunate, and don’t steal other people’s skeletons.”
