My robe, Antoninus. My taste includes both snails and oysters.
I know. I know you can fight.
But it’s our wits that make us men.
What we do in life echoes in eternity.
And afterwards men in tall hats and gold watch fobs will thump
Their chest and say what a brave charge it was.
The admiral says that it will be dawn in a couple of hours,
But the portholes in his stateroom are not covered.
Darkened ship procedures mandate that all portholes be closed
Between sunset and sunrise.
Additional rules apply for doors with outside access.
We’re not gonna make it, are we?
People, I mean.
Don’t ever lose your heart Lionheart, ’cause you’ll never get it back.