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(Reblogged from seeminglysweet)
Jerott, for God’s sake! Are you doing this for a wager?” said Lymond, his patience gone at last. “What does anyone want out of life? What kind of freak do you suppose I am? I miss books and good verse and decent talk. I miss women, to speak to, not to rape; and children, and men creating things instead of destroying them. And from the time I wake until the time I find I can’t go to sleep there is the void— the bloody void where there was no music today and none yesterday and no prospect of any tomorrow, or tomorrow, or next God-damned year.
The Disorderly Knights (via seeminglysweet)
