Now's The Time To Be Alive -

My Lord, I Find Thy Face Apelike And Thy Form Misshapen. Thy Beard, Moreover, Is An Offense Against Decency, Resembling More Closely The Scabrous Fir Which Doth Decorate The Hinder Portion Of A Mongrel Dog Than A Proper Adornement For A Human Face. Is It Possible That Thy Mother, Seized By Some Wild Lechery, Did Dally At Some Time Past With A Randy Goat? -mandorallen

Garion Started Shaving. "try To Keep Away From Your Nose," Said Hettar Wryly. "a Man Looks Quite Strange Without A Nose.

Ordinary Men Live In Fear All The Time. Didn't You Know That? We're Afraid Of The Weather, We're Afraid Of Powerful Men, We're Afraid Of The Night And The Monsters That Lurk In The Dark, We're Afraid Of Growing Old And Of Dying. Sometimes We're Even Afraid Of Living. Ordinary Men Are Afraid Almost Every Minute Of Their Lives.

Now's The Time To Be Alive - To See It All Happen, To Be A Part Of It. That Makes The Blood Race, And Each Breath Is An Adventure.

Behold Vo Mimbre," Mandorallen Proclaimed With Pride, "queen Of Cities. Upon That Rock The Tide Of Angarak Crashed And Recoiled And Crashed Again. Upon This Field Met They Their Ruin. The Soul And Pride Of Arendia Doth Reside Within That Fortress And The Power Of The Dark One May Not Prevail Against It." "we've Been Here Before, Mendorallen," Mister Wolf Said Sourly.