November 11, 2004

This Is My Life

Now, if you read too much into this, you're going to come up with some very faulty interpretations. That said, I find the spirit behind the following passage to mimick the interaction between myself and Anna (with the clear analogical flaws in that obviously the relationship is different, not to mention that I am neither a lecher nor a drunk.)

Belgarath the Sorcerer was a man with many flaws in his character. He had never been fond of physical labor and he was perhaps a bit too fond of dark brown ale. He was occasionally careless about the truth and had a certain grand indifference to some of the finer points of property ownership. The company of ladies of questionable reputation did not particularly offend his sensibilities, and his choice of language very frequently left much to be desired.
Polgara the Sorceress was a woman of almost inhuman determination and she had spent several thousand years trying to reform her vagrant father, but without much notable success. She persevered, however, in the face of overwhelming odds. Down through the centuries she had fought a valiant rearguard action against his bad habits. She had regretfully surrendered on the points of indolence and shabbiness. She grudgingly gave ground on swearing and lying. She remained adamant, however, even despite repeated defeats, on the points of drunkenness, thievery, and wenching. She felt for some peculiar reason that it was her duty to fight on those issues to the very death.
Pulled from David Eddings' Guardians of the West. Posted by Vengeful Cynic at November 11, 2004 06:05 AM | TrackBack