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It was pleasant to watch, like the stars. And, like the stars, it required no explanation.
“We have no weapons but our obedience. In return for that obedience, we will be rewarded with peacetimes and food and lineages.”
My folk are no different, gummed up ears, yelling lala over any fact too prickly to pick up. They’d sooner forget the word for fire than fetch a single damn bucket to put their burning houses out.”
“Do you believe he will be successful?”
Exposition duuump. Laying it out like grapes to raisin. Man.
If we are animals, fine. But we’re animals capable of goodness, capable of sense-making, and most importantly, capable of suffering. And if our masters wish to ignore these qualities simply because our children taste delicious, that is their prerogative. But our masters should acknowledge our prerogative too, and that is to resist.”
He recalled those easy days only a few years ago, before money, before the jailhouse, when charity was common and no one stole.
Ah always better in the past wasn't it?
The woman spent the journey reading a book about cloud types.
A Cloud Atlas perhaps.
“Shyness is just narcissism for introverts.
The clock currently stood at four ninths bivnik on account of recent intelligence claiming Bodhi was closer than ever to perfecting a working jhanamoksha recipe.
Reading this sentence made me feel ridiculous.
They were drunk every day, and every day they woke with little memory to discover whatever new thing they had done the night before. Usually it was funny enough to pass off as a joke—a horse appointed to the Gearhart Reformation Commission or some such.
seems so many characters drink often and to excess
