I find it best to make corpses of complications. - Scott Lynch

It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.

“You’re taking the world awfully personally. Didn’t Chains ever tell you about the Golden Theological Principle?”
“The what?”
“The single congruent aspect of every known religion. The one shared, universal assumption about the human condition.”
“What is it?”
“He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone’s got a place in the queue, you can’t get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.”
“I’m just old enough to find that distressingly accurate.”
“You see? It’s universal,” said Locke.

Yes, I like it a lot, it's all worth having to bathe, even!
Hmmm, said Chains. You live long enough for your stones to drop, then tell me if bathing is really such a hardship when the young women around you have bosoms that are more than theoretical.
What? When my what?
Never mind. That subject will be sufficiently confusing in its own good time.