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I Never Understood People Who Said Their Greatest Fear Was Public Speaking, Or Spiders, Or Any Of The Other Minor Terrors. How Could You Fear Anything More Than Death? Everything Else Offered Moments Of Escape: A Paralyzed Man Could Still Read Dickens; A Man In The Grips Of Dementia Might Have Flashes Of The Must Absurd Beauty.

Everyone Knew This Was The Episode That Was Going To Make Or Break The Season.

I Was A Huge Fantasy Geek Growing Up. I Was The Dungeon Master In My D&d Game.

Talent Must Be A Fanatical Mistress. She's Beautiful; When You're With Her, People Watch You, They Notice. But She Bangs On Your Door At Odd Hours, And She Disappears For Long Stretches, And She Has No Patience For The Rest Of Your Existence; Your Wife, Your Children, Your Friends. She Is The Most Thrilling Evening Of Your Week, But Some Day She Will Leave You For Good. One Night, After She's Been Gone For Years, You Will See Her On The Arm Of A Younger Man, And She Will Pretend Not To Recognize You.

I Have Never Been Much Of A Patriot. My Father Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing While He Lived, And His Death Insured That His Wish Was Carried Out. Piter Commanded Far More Affection And Loyalty From Me Than The Nation As A Whole. But That Night, Running Across The Unplowed Fields Of Winter Wheat, With The Fascist Invaders Behind Us And The Dark Russian Woods Before Us, I Felt A Surge Of Pure Love For My Country. We Ran For The Forest, Crashing Through The Stalks Of Wheat, Beneath The Rising Moon And The Stars Spinning Farther And Farther Away, Alone Beneath The Godless Sky.