Susan looked over at Harry, picking up another arrow. "Of what?" she asked, genuinely confused. She sent off the other arrow, it hitting the target fairly close to the center.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |