All through the days preceding his departure he had joked about building body-armor out of pots and pans to bring along, and about earning “combat pay”, though he knew very well he’d be nowhere near the fighting. Dunno. xx video Too damn many ironies for one life…
First of all, the name: Susan B. She‘d gotten in touch with his old fraternity and now, still leaning in the corner by the front door, where she’d hoped he’d find an immediate use for it, was a huge wooden fraternity paddle. Memorial… What was that Latin phrase he’d been so fond of…the one he always quoted when he thought that he, or Susan, or someone they knew, was taking life too seriously?Memento Mori. She had taken mournful stock of her appearance, from her wet and scuffed
