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Finally started reading that Conan the Barbarian collection by Robert E. Howard.
HOLY. LIVING. FUCK.
That dude was an amazing writer. I was hoping for fun, much like, you know, everything else Conan.
I didn't expect something so lyrical and poetic. Completely beautiful, didn't see that coming at all.
I should be reading that instead of eating my way through post-rehearsal insomnia.
Nigga, what'd you expect? The last sentence of the opening quote to Chapter 1 of 'The Phoenix On the Sword' is pretty much what I base my life on, lulz (amongst many other things).
"Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet."
Also this rules: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_E._Howard#The_Lovecraft_Circle