(Yes-- he too is naked in the snow and not so entirely able to move so well. He is not Sparta'd though. Feel free to stare. He knows you all want to. Yes, I listen to quiet riot. I prop anyone who knows who that is.)
A passion both mad and splenderous. Tainted with hatred, ebroided with fear. Why for are we stopping with the sufforing? Why for do we ceize to live but hearts still beat uselessly?