OH SHIT BRO TODAY IS OFFICIALLY GAWDSMACK DAY IN BAWSTON, THOSE GUYS ARE FAHKIN’ HARDCOAR.
Whiff o’ the Week
Oh God, why.
“You needn’t die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end and ka is always served.”
Ascend the tower and find what fate may hold. This is Whiff o’ the Week.
“In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand.”
Lay your cards on the table and see that your hand has come up short. This is Whiff o’ the Week.
“Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.”
Become what you despise. This is Whiff o’ the Week.
“Of course, it is likely enough, my friends, that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed at home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song. Aye, we may help the other peoples before we pass away. Still, I should have liked to see the songs come true about the Entwives. I should dearly have liked to see Fimbrethil again. But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely.”
Will these barren trees ever bear fruit again? This is Whiff o’ the Week.
“The senses, moving toward their appropriate objects, are producers of heat and cold, pleasure and pain, which come and go and are brief and changeable; these do thou endure, O son of Bharata!”
Endure with me, my friends. This is Whiff o’ the Week.
“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
Let the corruption creep. This is Whiff o’ the Week.