Revolving Paths

I move like a Knight moves on a chess board. 2 and a half steps whatever way, and never in the same direction. It always has been my favorite piece on the chess board. It can leap over lesser pieces. It can move odd directions. It can deviate paths. It can go 4 places or more at once, even when surrounded by a bunch of pieces. It can check and mate a king. A well fortified king. A king surrounded and entrapped in his own people. It can lead the van and stale advances. It can travel great distances in but a few moves. Oh, and ofcourse there's the romance well attached with the notion. The Knight, the self employed fool. The taker of risks. The paragon of justice. The protector of the poor. The keeper of courtesies. But what is the bane of the Knight? It is a slave to it's own ways. It's ill designed for simpler tasks. Meaningless tales. Deeds unworthy of song. Battles short on glory. Taking a shit in gilded steel. Even on an empty chess board, with a straight path to follow, it must resign to 2 and a half steps, whatever way, and never in the same direction.

End of disc 1. Insert disc 2. Or don't and watch disc 1 all over again. Analyze the good and the bad parts. Learn up the lines and obsess over it. Do you know the intertia you feel when the fucking dvd makes you get up so you can watch the second part of a movie. It's these little movements that irritate me. And what's worse is when you make all the effort and actually do change the disc, to find disc 2 scratched. That it doesn't play smooth. That it doesn't go beyond a point. I don't know shit of what I'm saying. I've been reading too much Bukowski. And I'm drunk. Good night.

A Clash Of Kings

"These are Knights of summer" said Lady Catelyn "they will start shedding at the first sign of winter".

A Storm Of Swords

“But I am not certain it was in Rhaegar to be happy.” “You make him sound so sour,” Dany protested. “Not sour, no, but... there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense...” The old man hesitated again. “Say it,” she urged. “A sense... ?” “... of doom. He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.” Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar’s birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. “It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?” “Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song. When you heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and those he loved.”

Game of Thrones II

"And why do you show this kindness to my brother, Imp?", Tyrion seemed to take no notice of the slight and said, "I have a soft corner in my heart for bastards, cripples and broken things."

A Game of Thrones I

“Is there a man in your service that you trust utterly and completely?” “Yes,” said Ned. “In that case, I have a delightful palace in Valyria that I would dearly love to sell you,” Littlefinger said with a mocking smile

"Every man, at some point in his life, suspects himself of one of the cardinal virtues, mine was honesty."
- F Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby.