Thou still thinks to match with me in the language of my heritage, eh?
So be it.
Thy misery will be as deep as the triumph sweet.
Though I do confess to a grievous wrong,
And hurl myself upon the sword of my shame.
In my last I spoke of the wit and the language that thou lacketh.
I curse my impetuous haste aforethought,
since the true and correct article is "lackest" in the stead.
I concede a flesh wound.
So be it.
Thy misery will be as deep as the triumph sweet.
Though I do confess to a grievous wrong,
And hurl myself upon the sword of my shame.
In my last I spoke of the wit and the language that thou lacketh.
I curse my impetuous haste aforethought,
since the true and correct article is "lackest" in the stead.
I concede a flesh wound.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
