The Love Life of a Scottish Legend
“Let, wing’d with pleasure, the soft minutes flow, and lasting bliss no interruption know.” […]
“Let, wing’d with pleasure, the soft minutes flow, and lasting bliss no interruption know.” […]
“Cunt-bit, sorry shit, worthless git, hardened hide / Wasted wether, tawdry tether, evil adder: I defy you” […]
“Even that rustic prophet Merlin, a marvelous visionary who foretold the whole future of the English, spoke well of him in a mighty proclamation with a fine and truthful style.” […]
“Gawain swung round and, with the sword which he brandished, clove him through the helm and head to his chest, bidding him, when he got to hell, to tell Quintillianus that this was why the Britons were so good at boasting and making threats.” […]
“Spoke Arthur, ‘Though you may not remain here, chieftain, you will get whatever boon might be named by your head and your tongue.'” […]
“They chose a tall tree, cut off all its branches and removed all its leaves. Then they hoisted him up to the top in a bag. He was still not safe from his venomous assailants. The toads crawled up the tree looking for him.” […]
“Many times, too, when I was sitting alone, he would talk with me, without becoming visible; and when he came to see me in this way he would often make love with me, as a man would do, and in that way he made me pregnant.” […]
“He drew his sword Caliburn, called up on the name of the Blessed Virgin, and rushed forward at full speed into the thickest ranks of the enemy. Every man whom he struck, calling upon God as he did so, he killed in a single blow.” […]
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