Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On

Old People Don't Need Companionship. They Need To Be Isolated And Studied So It Can Be Determined What Nutrients They Have That Might Be Extracted For Our Personal Use.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

For Afterwards A Man Finds Pleasure In His Pains, When He Has Suffered Long And Wandered Long. So I Will Tell You What You Ask And Seek To Know.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.