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Young Men And Fools Sometimes Bear Pain They Do Not Have To As A Badge Of Their Pride. Or Their Foolishness.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.

Hardness Shatters; Strength Endures.

These?" Mat Said, Gesturing To His Coat And Shirt. "i Really Have No Idea. They Were Just Down There. I'm Completely Baffled." He Had Been Very Pleased To Learn That Seanchan Guards-for All Their Stoic Expressions And Too-straight Backs-responded To Bribes Like Other People.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.