Thank God for artsy types.
Thank God for the rest of us.
I ask again, send them to me. Just give me the wherewithal to help.
‘But I am not a patient man, cousin.’ The arrows flew at regular intervals, and a straw figure toppled, riddled like a seamstress’s pincushion with feathered shafts. ‘I chafe at delay as much as, perhaps more than, you, my Lord — I hate waiting.’ He studied his distant targets as if evaluating his performance. ‘But I hate the flaw of impatience within myself even more. A warrior must strive toward perfection, knowing full well that it will forever be unobtainable.’
Raymond E. Feist; Janny Wurts. Servant of the Empire (Kindle Locations 1769-1772). Doubleday.