It's not so much the killing that exhausts S. as it is the planning and rowing and trusting and traveling and stalking and killing and escaping and rowing and sewing and sailing and writing and sailing and writing and sailing and writing and planning and rowing and trusting, all the while knowing that Vévoda is hunting him too, that it's just a matter of time.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 318
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