Achaean News
Re: Definition of a Fool
Written by: Rhadamanthys Coldraven
Date: Sunday, July 3rd, 2005
Addressed to: Very Vigilant Vigile, Mr. Viggles
... how disappointing...
I thought you were going to write about Geraint. But no, instead you
insist on digging up the old orphan debate. Perhaps, for the sake of
actually keeping this public archive interesting... we could just drop
it.
Citizens of Shallam.. accept that you will never understand why the
Ashtani orphans prefer to go the Loving Hearts Orphanage than the
perverted pleasures of Handel's... handelling.. for want of a better way
of putting it.
It is this difference of opinion on that matter defines us for who we
are. Frankly - our orphans prefer death to your option. Indeed, I feel
fairly confident that your orphans would prefer death as well... but for
the fact you give them no opportunity to choose. In Ashtan, our string
players only fiddle on their fiddles... our organists sit astride their
own organs and no other... our conductors are content with the raising
of their own batons... the orphans are let alone.
What more is there to say?
Rhadamanthys Coldraven
Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 396 AF.
Re: Definition of a Fool
Written by: Rhadamanthys Coldraven
Date: Sunday, July 3rd, 2005
Addressed to: Very Vigilant Vigile, Mr. Viggles
... how disappointing...
I thought you were going to write about Geraint. But no, instead you
insist on digging up the old orphan debate. Perhaps, for the sake of
actually keeping this public archive interesting... we could just drop
it.
Citizens of Shallam.. accept that you will never understand why the
Ashtani orphans prefer to go the Loving Hearts Orphanage than the
perverted pleasures of Handel's... handelling.. for want of a better way
of putting it.
It is this difference of opinion on that matter defines us for who we
are. Frankly - our orphans prefer death to your option. Indeed, I feel
fairly confident that your orphans would prefer death as well... but for
the fact you give them no opportunity to choose. In Ashtan, our string
players only fiddle on their fiddles... our organists sit astride their
own organs and no other... our conductors are content with the raising
of their own batons... the orphans are let alone.
What more is there to say?
Rhadamanthys Coldraven
Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 396 AF.