The one time I boxed I detached my retna
Now I just carry knives or clubs, I have no use to prove my manhood in a fight, I'd much rather cause serious brain damage than do some antquated mating ritual in which the strongest survive
The one time I boxed I detached my retna
Now I just carry knives or clubs, I have no use to prove my manhood in a fight, I'd much rather cause serious brain damage than do some antquated mating ritual in which the strongest survive
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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