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The most insidious thing about bondage was how easy it was to grow accustomed to it. The life of most slaves was not all that different from the life of a serving man at Casterly Rock, it seemed to him. True, some slaveowners and their overseers were brutal and cruel, but the same was true of some Westerosi lords and their stewards and bailiffs.

"We can talk here just as well. Perhaps I don't choose to go to the Wall, Father. It's bloody cold up there, and I believe I've had enough coldness from you. So just tell me something, and I'll be on my way. One simple question, you owe me that much.""I owe you nothing.""You've given me less than that, all my life, but you'll give me this. What did you do with Tysha?"

"Enormity.You were small, but far-famed. We were in Oldtown at your birth, and all the city talked of was the monster that had been born to the King's Hand, and what such an omen might foretell for the realm.""Famine, plague, and war, no doubt." Tyrion gave a sour smile. "It's always famine, plague, and war. Oh, and winter, and the long night that never ends."

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It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine. Remembered notes filled his head, and for a moment he could almost hear Tysha as she'd sung to him half a lifetime ago. He reined up to listen. The tune was wrong, the words too faint to hear. A different song then, and why not?

“Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.” He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. “I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here. You leave me no choice but to appeal to the gods. I demand trial by battle.

Where to go first ?What to see?
It seems the world is my shellfish.
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This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

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shucking an oyster

He felt sick and lost and overwhelmed. Why hadn’t they just let him die, it would have solved everything, the machine could have sucked him in—he could have become one with it—and he would have forgotten all his failures just like that. Instead he was bleeding out like an animal in the back of a musty omnibus

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Actually,my fellows and I went by another name:The Repurposers'.
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You're all gearing up to die with me then?

Every day he would wheel his bale of lapped cotton into the carding room. He would go to a carding machine—the same machine every time, he was fairly certain—and feed the laps into the lick-in rollers, careful of his fingers, careful of his hair. And sometimes afterward (if he was one of the last workers to arrive from the lapping room)—on very auspicious days indeed—he would stand and watch the machine do its work. It was big and boxy and lumped with curving lines, the cylinders round as a woman’s bosom (and sharpened with little metal teeth to set the cotton fibers straight), the drum in the center like the eye of a titan, the chain drives wrapping around and around, guiding the gears. Enoch would stand and stare at the carding machines for a good long while, double rows of them chuffing like stationary trains. He could not help himself. He liked watching the machines move. He liked precision. He liked mechanical things, and mechanical processes.

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Those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reword. And if they fall, as Lucifer fell. The flame! The sword! Stars in your multitudes! Scarce to be counted. Filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinels. Silent and sure! Keeping watch in the night. Keeping watch in the night ! You know your place in the sky. You hold your course and your aim! And each in your season returns and returns, and is always the same. And if you fall, as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames! And so it must be, for so it is written on the door way to Paradise, that those who falter and those who fall must pay the price!

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still waters run deep

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Hey. Take this... I put a bit too much in the microwave. Sorry if it's squishy.

Beer or cider? Sometimes life can be challenging.

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He said come wander with me love，
Come wander with me，
Away from this sad world，
Come wander with me，
He came from the sunset，
He came from the sea，
He came from my sorrow，
And can love only me。

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1964--Bonnie beecher

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The Twilight Zone ep.154, Come Wander With Me​

Not all who wander are lost.

Of all who wander, some seek to find, others to add, still others to dream poetic labors, while some seek but find not.

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　I mean, you don't know...
　　but you might already have had the happiest
　　moment in your whole fucking life...
　　and all you've got to look forward to
　　is sickness and purgatory?
　　Oh, shit.
　　Well, I just live from day to day myself.
　　I tend to skip a day
　　now and again. You know what I mean?
　　I used to be a werewolf,
　　but I'm all right now!
　　Fuckin' hell.
　　I bet they're happy, eh?
　　All they got to do is sit round,
　　howling at the moon.
　　It's better than standing on the cheesy
　　fucking thing. Know what I mean?
　　I mean, tossing all these satellites
　　and shuttles out into the cosmos.
　　What do they think they're gonna find
　　up there that they can't find down here?
　　They think if they piss high enough,
　　they're gonna come across the monkey
　　with the beard and the crap ideas?
　　And it's, like,
　　"Oh! There you are, captain!
　　Are you busy? Because I've got
　　a few fundamental questions for you."