WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY
I've haunted every landlubber like a tribesman
on the hunt - vowing to murder each intruder
I find. This enormous place was once alone my
land, now they've put crap at each corner. My
ancient Chinese Library has taken a dive, the
crumpets at the Taoist Center are stale, and
every English bastard I've ever known keeps
drumming on a barrel in a sweat to save the
Queen. What do I care for that? I am a totally
sorry soul, and a very peaceful man. Any
act beyond my real intention can only
be an aberration.
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