Of course not. Children have no place on a prison barge.
But presently the only 'place' you need concern yourself with is one that leaves you effectively out of my affairs.
Educated men -- particularly those with 'degrees' come and go. They are largely inconsequential, still slave to their more base instincts whether they believe them above it or not. They are many. I hate to quote something as dull as scripture, but your name might as well be Legion.
But here, there is only one Marquis de Sade.
And if you cross me again, I will show you exactly how I make war. If in the end I've only ashes left to conquer, I'll still leave satisfied. And that is a promise.
Oh. Wait. You're a writer. That's all you have: words. While I, well, much as I love to brag, I'll not bore you with a list of my accomplishments. They are beyond your comprehension.
You need only know that I am the Master, Lord of Time and Space.
And you're a writer, an outdated, obsolete human.
The very idea of a "war" with you is laughable. Please, do your worst. I invite it.
By the way, while we've been talking, I believe your manuscripts have drifted farther and farther away from us. Pity.
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You know, I was always rather perplexed by that name you've given yourself. Since you fashion yourself after Englishfolk, I mean.
You realize that's the honorary they designate to children, yes?
LOTS OF PLANETS HAVE A NORTH! D:
And I do not "fashion" myself after the English. My people just happen to share certain similarities with them.
Are you honestly trying to tell me that because of my name, you believe my "place" is that which is typically reserved for children?
[Locked to the Master]
But presently the only 'place' you need concern yourself with is one that leaves you effectively out of my affairs.
Educated men -- particularly those with 'degrees' come and go. They are largely inconsequential, still slave to their more base instincts whether they believe them above it or not. They are many. I hate to quote something as dull as scripture, but your name might as well be Legion.
But here, there is only one Marquis de Sade.
And if you cross me again, I will show you exactly how I make war. If in the end I've only ashes left to conquer, I'll still leave satisfied. And that is a promise.
[Locked]
Oh. Wait. You're a writer. That's all you have: words. While I, well, much as I love to brag, I'll not bore you with a list of my accomplishments. They are beyond your comprehension.
You need only know that I am the Master, Lord of Time and Space.
And you're a writer, an outdated, obsolete human.
The very idea of a "war" with you is laughable. Please, do your worst. I invite it.
By the way, while we've been talking, I believe your manuscripts have drifted farther and farther away from us. Pity.