(no subject)
*Scene: the park. Let us say that there's a platform of some sort, currently occupied by the Tragedians. They are in the midst of a public performance of Titus Andronicus.*
...I have done a thousand dreadful things as willingly as one would kill a fly, and nothing grieves me heartily indeed but that I cannot do ten thousand more...
*(meta, what?)*
Typist: Post for Guil really, but anyone's welcome to drop by.
...I have done a thousand dreadful things as willingly as one would kill a fly, and nothing grieves me heartily indeed but that I cannot do ten thousand more...
*(meta, what?)*
Typist: Post for Guil really, but anyone's welcome to drop by.