Lake Rotoroa, New Zealand – Found at The Venturing Angler
How many times must we tell the tale?
How many times must we fall?
Living in lost memory
You just recalled
from “Pretending” written by Jerry Lynn Williams
Performed by Eric Clapton
“Janice, please stop pretending. We both know you stopped loving me a long time ago. Every time I try to talk to you, you act annoyed, as if you can barely stand to be around me.”
“It’s not like that, Harry. It’s not you. It’s me.”
“That’s what they all say when you really mean when it’s me, Harry. You’re just playing games.”
Janice and Harry had been married for 35 years. They’d raised two kids together. Ben got married and divorced in less than a year and was now on this third tour of duty with the Marines in Afghanistan. Elizabeth married Raoul two years ago and was expecting. It would be their first grandchild, but then again, they weren’t going to get that far.
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From the film “Gunfight at Red Sands” (1963)
In the old west, there was always some punk kid who thought he could outdraw the local gunslinger and who didn’t live to regret it. That’s because the gunslinger was really good at what he did and punk kids are idiots.
I’m not a gunslinger anymore, but I’ve still got young punks lining up to try to take me out. The outcome is always the same.
My name is Samuel Kane. Well, that’s not the name I was born with, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve lost count of the number of names I’ve lived under over the years. I speak dozens of languages, many of them dead, have seen empires rise and fall, seen commoners become Kings, and Kings fall to ruins at the hands of barbarian hordes.
In other words, I’ve lived too long to be impressed by much anymore.
It’s that damn wizard’s fault. Actually it’s my fault, but I blame the wizard for actually giving me what I asked for. He should have just killed me. Instead he did the opposite, which is much worse.
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