His cloak was his crowning glory; sable,thick and black and soft as sin."Bet he killed them all himself,he did",Gared told the barracks over wine,"twisted their little heads off.our mightly warrior." They had all shared the laugh. It is hard to take orders froms a man you laughed at in your cups,Will reflected ad he sat shivering atop his garron.Gared must have felt the same.

The night of The White Walks

晚上十一点的阅读摘抄

 

《围城》里有一段话,是这样记录失恋的。

方渐鸿把信还给唐小姐时,痴钝并无感觉。过些时,他才像从昏厥里醒来,开始不住的心痛,就像因蜷缩而麻木的四肢,到伸直了血脉流通,就觉得刺痛。昨天囫囵吞枣地忍受了整块痛苦,当时没工夫辨别滋味,现在,牛反刍似的,零星断续,细嚼出深深没底的滋味。