Except I didn't say eff

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.

I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

She looks at me. She does. She.