this teetering croquembouche of impudence
quoth the madman
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
— Achilles (Troy)
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