And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Monday, August 29, 2005

Succubae

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A taste of things to come? Maybe. I've been considering it heavilly lately, though succubae tend to strike me as more of a visual creature than one that comes across well in the written word. I can't draw (on a PC or anything that's not a pin-up) worth anything or to save my life but I can damn well try. As soon as I come up with a good enough name.
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