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He Stared At His Feet. “i’m Still Very Ignorant,” He Said, “but At Least I’m Ignorant About Really Important Things.

There's No Point In Killing An Opponent... There's No Triumph Over A Corpse, But A Beaten Opponent, Who Will Remain Beaten Every Day Of The Remainder Of Their Sad And Wretched Life, Is Something To Treasure.

Did I Do Anything Last Night That Suggested I Was Sane?

Some People Are Heroes. And Some People Jot Down Notes.

Most Gods Find It Hard To Walk And Think At The Same Time.