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“I have no intention of so doing. In fact I plan to compose the Ballad of the Two Tits. Please don’t interfere.”
“Chaos and Order,” Villentretenmerth smiled. “Do you remember, Geralt? Chaos is aggression, Order is protection against it. It’s worth rushing to the ends of the world, to oppose aggression and evil, isn’t it,
He had insisted they went to the fair at Four Maples. Organising festivities, the poet argued, satisfied people’s profound and natural needs. From time to time, the bard maintained, a chap has to meet other people in a place where he can have a laugh and a singsong, gorge himself on kebabs and pierogis, drink beer, listen to music and squeeze a girl as he swung her around in the dance.
Veverka? I don’t care about Veverka. I simply wanted to stab Miss Akeretta with jealousy, as I shall make a pass at her tomorrow.
“Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.”
Wars aren’t waged to destroy. Wars are waged for two reasons. One is power and the other is money.”
