Post: #9
08-15-201201:36 AM
^Eithet way, it was still [i]the biggest house[/i] in the town, and it had enchanting tables, brewing stands, and there was even a door with his name marked on it on a lockette sign.
“What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human [...] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.” --David Foster Wallace, [i]Infinite Jest[/i]