Sturmhond, on the other hand… — Was a pirate. — A privateer. How many times do I… — How is that any more helpful than a prince? — A prince is a songbird in a golden cage. A privateer has freedom to cultivate alliances, develop technologies, gather intelligence.
“His
head hanging down, his eye dull, his speech slow and painful, Athos would look
for hours together at his bottle, his glass… In exchange for his silence Athos drank enough for four,and
without appearing to be otherwise affected by wine than by a more marked
constriction of the brow and by a deeper sadness… It could not be said that it was wine which produced this
sadness; for in truth he only drank to combat this sadness, which wine however,
as we have said, rendered still darker.”
The Three Musketeers, ch. 27 “The wife of Athos”- Alexandre Dumas
Spoiler alert: adulthood is 96% of you going “well, I hope this is how it works and I’ll keep doing it till someone yells at me”
I like these posts because you read them as a teenager and you think, ‘surely these people are blowing it out of proportion’
AND THEN YOU REACH ADULTHOOD
i am in my 40s and can fully fucking confirm this is a pretty big chunk of adulthood. the rest of it is mostly doing what you’ve figured out you definitely don’t get yelled at for.
the other 4% is figuring out ‘did I deserve to get yelled at for this’ and proceeding accordingly
