I decided to dub the room with the good chairs my lutery. Or perhaps my performatory. I would need a while to come up with something suitably pretentious.

I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and adamant together mixed. Don't think I am unaware, some startled deer to stand transfixed by hunter's horns. It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged light.

All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

But sometimes the best help a person can find is helping someone else.

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.