"What do I know of cultured ways, the guilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they all fail when the broadswords sing; so rush in and die dogs! . . . I was a man before I was a king!"
Robert E. Howard - The Road of Kings
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