[To 灰烬战线二周年 同人史诗 《The Anonumoi》]《动议》之《In her name, I wonder》(2)
Marcus Calgucentorius (M.C.) You may continue and enlighten this soul. As I gathered, you must not be praising, such is not honourable, and not be countering, so it seems.
F.B. That, indeed, Marce, with every inch of my bone, every fragment of my wretched soul, I swear it, I have been deep within this pile of filth for too long, that should even the most humble and trifling brute of them come over, and a slightest and most trivial slice of thought be spilled from that filth spitting hole of that heap of shite, it would circumnavigate good arguments and motions, crawl over your heart and mind, devour your reason, crush your spirit ides to ides, and ultimately, utterly ruin any sane rational being’s good life! Silly subhumans, which have been made by their motherly inferior breeders obedient to their masters, hastely rush to exhibit the wool of brains of theirs, that haste, even Hermes himself would not dare compare with, those brains, even her sacred wit and wisdom would bare silence to. For these traits are not of any good intention of gods’ divine creation, but from yonder, from chaos, from and together with that which plagues the earth, they have turned to us and are laughing at us as we speak! O Athena, should we but look at them laugh and curse! They dare curse us for all goodness and superiority of qualities that we possess, they choose to oppose what is optimum maximum over to embrace it, they laugh as though they have already triumphed over us. Only if I may deal with them one by one, however, one sniveling dog is deemed, alas, by the gods, unworth of a man who is to confront, not two, or even three, unfortunately. Men unite for Concordia, that -- we have seen. Pigs gather for stinks, they rejoice in their own filth and make noise from many sorts of unspeakable origin. Dogs know that barking of one is not enough to harm a man, even though a single barking is sufficiently hurtful to one that is virtuous, instead, they convene, they flock and they attack by surprise and in unhumanly quick succession! Just when and where could the righteous get better of them, let alone, goaded as they have been? That, I ask. Are the inferior, really, to ravage across men’s realm with even gods’ permission? Are these filths, despite being abominations to all that is good and pure, to plague the virtuous’ well being? That, I question! O Athena, my goddess, my guiding wit and wisdom, am I not amongst your humble patreons? Am I not your most faithful companion? Then why am I destined to undergo misery such as this…
F.B. That, indeed, Marce, with every inch of my bone, every fragment of my wretched soul, I swear it, I have been deep within this pile of filth for too long, that should even the most humble and trifling brute of them come over, and a slightest and most trivial slice of thought be spilled from that filth spitting hole of that heap of shite, it would circumnavigate good arguments and motions, crawl over your heart and mind, devour your reason, crush your spirit ides to ides, and ultimately, utterly ruin any sane rational being’s good life! Silly subhumans, which have been made by their motherly inferior breeders obedient to their masters, hastely rush to exhibit the wool of brains of theirs, that haste, even Hermes himself would not dare compare with, those brains, even her sacred wit and wisdom would bare silence to. For these traits are not of any good intention of gods’ divine creation, but from yonder, from chaos, from and together with that which plagues the earth, they have turned to us and are laughing at us as we speak! O Athena, should we but look at them laugh and curse! They dare curse us for all goodness and superiority of qualities that we possess, they choose to oppose what is optimum maximum over to embrace it, they laugh as though they have already triumphed over us. Only if I may deal with them one by one, however, one sniveling dog is deemed, alas, by the gods, unworth of a man who is to confront, not two, or even three, unfortunately. Men unite for Concordia, that -- we have seen. Pigs gather for stinks, they rejoice in their own filth and make noise from many sorts of unspeakable origin. Dogs know that barking of one is not enough to harm a man, even though a single barking is sufficiently hurtful to one that is virtuous, instead, they convene, they flock and they attack by surprise and in unhumanly quick succession! Just when and where could the righteous get better of them, let alone, goaded as they have been? That, I ask. Are the inferior, really, to ravage across men’s realm with even gods’ permission? Are these filths, despite being abominations to all that is good and pure, to plague the virtuous’ well being? That, I question! O Athena, my goddess, my guiding wit and wisdom, am I not amongst your humble patreons? Am I not your most faithful companion? Then why am I destined to undergo misery such as this…
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