And when this intoxication has worn away... when every desire is fulfilled and every language learned- when there are no more distant cities to explore; no classics to be studied; not another coin to be stuffed in to one's coffers- what then? One can have all the comforts of the world, but what use are they if there is no comfort in them?
Seth Grahame-SmithI dare say she means to keep you from his attentions. Your honour demands she be slain.
Seth Grahame-SmithYour quarrel is with God. I merely wish to offer Him the opportunity to judge you.
Seth Grahame-SmithHer only fault is that she lacks sense enough to avoid falling in love with such a fool as I!
Seth Grahame-Smith