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Fame is a strange thing. A powerful thing. Usually it ebbs and flows like a tide. People get swept up in it, swamped by it, but eventually the notoriety recedes, and the former object of its affection is reduced to someone who used to be someone, but isn’t anymore. That will never happen to me. I was known before I was born and my name will be blazoned in history long after I’m dust in the ground. Infamy is temporary, celebrity is fleeting, but royalty…royalty is forever.
Every stereotype starts somewhere, with some vague but lingering grain of truth. I’ve long suspected the stereotype of the condescending, cantankerous servant began with Fergus. God knows the wrinkled bastard is old enough.
Sometimes I think I’m schizophrenic. Dissociative. Possibly a split personality. It wouldn’t be unheard of. All sorts of disorders show up in ancient family trees—hemophiliacs, insomniacs, lunatics…gingers. Guess I should feel lucky not to be any of those.
Choosing between dull and dishonest is like being asked whether you want to be shot or stabbed.
DAYS THAT CHANGE YOUR LIFE almost never happen to normal people. I mean really, do you know anyone who’s hit the lottery, been discovered by a Hollywood agent at the mall, inherited a tax-free, move-in-ready mansion from a long-lost, dead great-aunt? Me neither. But—here’s the thing—when those days do come along for the rare fortunate few, we don’t even recognize them. We don’t know that what’s happening is epic, monumental. Life-changing. It’s only later—after everything is perfect or it’s all fallen apart—that we look back, retrace our steps and realize the exact moment that split our
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A woman’s weapons of mass destruction are indifference and confusion.” I feel like I should be writing this down.
But pain is actually a gift. A warning that something is amiss and action must be taken to correct the situation. Without pain, an otherwise minor injury could lead to deadly consequences. Guilt works the same way.
