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It is a cliché to say that a building’s windows look like eyes because humans will find faces in anything and of course the windows would be the eyes.
(Look, if you don’t make a fool of yourself over animals, at least in private, you aren’t to be trusted. That was one of my father’s maxims, and it’s never failed me yet.)
“But the war,” said Denton. “Weren’t you frightened?” Sometimes it’s hard to know if someone is insulting or just an American.
“They say mushrooms spring up where the Devil walks,” said Angus sourly. “And where fairies dance.” “Do you think they ever get the two confused? The Devil shows up to a fairy ball, or finds himself mobbed with elven ingénues?” He gave me a look from under his eyebrows. “You shouldn’t joke about fairies. Sir.” “Oh, very well. As long as I can still joke about the Devil.” He grunted, which was Angus-speak for not approving but not caring enough to stop me.
It was fun. People get hung up on happiness and joy, but fun will take you at least as far and it’s generally cheaper to obtain.
The war is the backdrop to most of my dreams. The house I grew up in, my grandmother’s cottage, and the war, as if it was a place that I lived. I can’t even say they’re all nightmares. Sometimes it’s just where the dream is happening.
“Most of us go to the Devil without him having to personally oversee things.
I ended up in the library after dinner, accompanied by my second bottle of livrit. It was terrible, but a hangover seemed like a great idea. Headache is always preferable to heartache, and if you’re focusing on not throwing up, you aren’t thinking about how the friends of your youth are dying around you.
(We did not run. If we ran then we would have to admit there was something to run from. If we ran, then the small child that lives in every soldier’s heart knew that the monsters could get us. So we did not run, but it was a near thing.)
