this rustic building scene gives me such fomo for being a medieval laborer.
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Well, i guess Cleganebowl is BACK ON. Mountain vs Hound, this season, exclusive to King’s Landing Entertainment.
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Oh, there’s plenty of pious sons of bitches who think they know the word of god, or gods. I don’t. I don’t know their real names. Maybe it is the Seven. Or maybe it’s the Old Gods. Or maybe it’s the Lord of Light, or maybe they’re all the same fucking thing. I don’t know. What matters, I believe, is that there’s something greater than us. And whatever it is, it’s got plans for Sandor Clegane.
this guy is my new theological hero. {i happen to think it’s the four-dimensional crystal of space-time + profound mythological representations of the deep psyche + mysticism + clever psychological methods for living well, but i don’t know either.}
it’s interesting, because not too long ago i would have been repulsed by this line of reasoning as logically weak and unsound. i guess my attitude to new ideas has transformed from one of critical assessment to one of acceptance and expansion. not “is this guy wrong?” but “in what ways is this guy right? what can i learn from really understanding his point of view?”
i worry that i’m becoming feeble-minded, but then i realize i’m probably just growing up. and that, of course, worries me a hell of a lot more.
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the game in the capital has gotten very subtle. the way the High Sparrow speaks threats veiled in earnestness, the way Margaery dresses her politics in piety. I wonder if the High Sparrow knows she’s faking, but doesn’t care because he’s getting his way. I wonder how much of all of it is a giant charade. It doesn’t seem likely that he’s in it for himself like everyone else; serving soup to beggars for years hardly seems like a worthy way to climb the ladder, for a man possessed of great ego.
as things are, it seems like both margaery and the high sparrow understand the charade: margaery fakes piety to give herself more leeway, the high sparrow rewards it with extra freedoms because it helps him cement his theocracy. i am very intrigued to see where this goes next.
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“alright, Ser Davos of House Seaworth, how is it you understand how I feel? remember, the unquiet ghost of King Stannis sits at my right, judging your words.”
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quick back -of-the-envelope calculation:
“Every man of Bear Island fights with the strength of ten mainlanders.” – Lady Lyanna Mormont
“Every northerner is worth ten of these southron swords” – Desmond, Lord Stark’s household guard, Book One
Thus, Jorah Mormont is worth 100 Jamie Lannisters. MATHS.
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dat feel when you quit the party life to go to yeshiva
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I knew this creepy fucker was Faceless the moment I saw her. i’m very interested to see how Arya fights her way out of this. odds are not in her favour, but plot immortality is.
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Meanwhile, Sandor Clegane is now Batman. CLEGANEBOOOOOWL.
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