There are rumors of a library as well. But most of its texts are in Russian, and the proprietress seems reluctant to translate more than tiny bits, muttering something about the Great Game’s foreign agents and their little secrets. Although everyone knows that she simply is too unconfident and too busy. (Too busy scribbling nonsensical ravings all over the walls of her room at the Royal Beth, to be exact. One shouldn’t look so closely at what Is Not.)
[ Jovial Contrarian | Wreck of the Berrenger | Liberation of Night ]
"No, no. I won’t go there. Supporters of the Liberation will shower me in congratulations, and I can’t stand them."
"Supporters or congratulations?"
Naturally. "What’s the occasion?"
"I’ve… slayed one of the star-gods."
"…How?" After several meetings at those Veilgarden parties there was less disbelief in her voice than it could have been.
"Convinced them that they don’t exist. Unintentionally, I swear. Just an innocent exercise in rhetoric! Can you imagine how hard it is to find a worthy opponent here in the High Wilderness?"
This infernal device insists that the Topsy King has a pet Batman instead of a pet bat… And that the "Wreck of the Berrenger" is an "Accident of the Burger", for Judgements’ sake.
(As for the first, yes rather than no. As for the second… well, if there’s a suspicion that I may have a weakness for certain characters, don’t believe this preposterous slander. It’s not a weakness, it’s a full-blown infatuation.)
"How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?" "…" "I see. Mixing absinthe with prisoner’s honey again, aren’t we? Sorry, dear, you won’t be leaving anytime soon. Enjoy your stay."
(Repeat ad infinitum.)
A good question, though. Eight in total? Eight on each hand? Eight on one hand?
(TVTropes suggests it’s twelve, and I wonder where they got that from…)
“Do you understand what we’re trying to do here, Weasel? It will not be like the stupid hedonistic luxury apartments of old. If you want to imagine a tenant’s future, imagining muddy boots stamping on your rug… forever. edited by Ixc on 11/15/2019
“Do you understand what we’re trying to do here, Weasel? It will not be like the stupid hedonistic luxury apartments of old. If you want to imagine a tenant’s future, imagining muddy boots stamping on your rug… forever.[/quote]
Now I want a "The Merry Gentleman is watching you" poster.