Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
There will be killing till the score is paid.
Because they're stupid, that's why. That's why everybody does everything.
โฆbut there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the loverโs whisper, irresistibleโmagic to make the sanest man go mad.
A companion's words of persuasion are effective.