Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I was a man before I was a king

What do I know of cultured ways? The gilt, the craft, and the lie?
I who was born in a naked land, and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist's guile, they fail when broadswords sing,
Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a King.

The Coming of Conan the Cimmerian, Robert E. Howard

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