by aurumlupus » Tue Mar 06, 2012 6:52 pm
Sev didn't stop her, he went quite willingly in fact. The wine earlier had worn off, but that ale was just kicking in, and he had little grasp on reality right now, nor little care for it. Reality didn't have her in it.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."