“She woke up to discover it had all been a dream … the monsters, the chase, the desert, all of it. But then she rolled over to discover that her bed was DRY!”
Getting a bit annoyed at people conflating short tempers, the inability to clearly articulate one’s thoughts, petty sniping, transparent media manipulation, racist beliefs, misogyny, poor business practices, drug use, and sexual assault with the the colour orange.
For that which now torments me to rehearse:
I kill’d a man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage or base treachery.
The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes