01-06-2013, 09:38 PM
Oμολογώ οτι είμαι μεγάλος fan του Dolorous Edd...Ακολουθούν μοναδικές στιγμές γέλιου και συμπυκνωμένης σοφίας μέσα από τις ατάκες του:
“Bad enough when the dead come walking,” he said to Jon as they crossed the village, “now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I’ll warrant. And who’s to say the bones wouldn’t lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints-the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do...”
“If it’s softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed.”
“Something worse than we can imagine,” suggested Dolorous Edd. “Well, I might be able to imagine it, but I’d sooner not. Bad enough to know you’re going to come to some awful end without thinking about it aforetime.”
\'\'Well, truth be told, I’m hungry enough to eat one of Craster’s children, so long as he was served hot.\'\'
“All I smell is the shit of two hundred horses. And this stew. Which has a similar aroma, now that I come to sniff it.”
\"Once they figure a way to work a dead horse, we\'ll be next. Likely I\'ll be the first too. \'Edd,\' they\'ll say, \'dying\'s no excuse for laying down no more, so get on up and take this spear, you\'ve got first watch tonight.\' Well, I shouldn\'t be so gloomy. Might be I\'ll die before they work it out.\"
“Nothing ever goes missing that they don’t look at me, ever since that time I lost my horse. As if that could be helped. He was white and it was snowing, what did they expect?”
“I never win anything,” Dolorous Edd complained. “The gods always smiled on Watt, though. When the wildlings knocked him off the Bridge of Skulls, somehow he landed in a nice deep pool of water. How lucky was that, missing all those rocks?”
“Was it a long fall?” Grenn wanted to know. “Did landing in the pool of water save his life?”
“No,” said Dolorous Edd. “He was dead already, from that axe in his head. Still, it was pretty lucky, missing the rocks.”
“I just want to say to whoever is voting for me that I would certainly make an awful Lord Commander. But so would all these others.”
“We’ll defend the Wall to the last man,” said Cotter Pyke.
“Probably me,” said Dolorous Edd, in a resigned tone.
“And to you, Sam,” said Dolorous Edd. “Your boat’s not like to sink, I don’t think. Boats only sink
when I’m aboard.”
“I had a frightening dream last night, m’lord,” Dolorous Edd confessed. “You were my steward,
fetching my food and cleaning up my leavings. I was lord commander, with never a moment’s peace.”
“He’s going with you?”
“He is.”
“A clever wolf, him. And me?”
“You’re not.”
“A clever lord, you. Ghost’s the better choice. I don’t have the teeth for biting wildlings
anymore.”
“This is going to end badly.”
“You say that of everything.”
“Aye, m’lord. Usually I’m right.”
“Bad enough when the dead come walking,” he said to Jon as they crossed the village, “now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I’ll warrant. And who’s to say the bones wouldn’t lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints-the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do...”
“If it’s softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed.”
“Something worse than we can imagine,” suggested Dolorous Edd. “Well, I might be able to imagine it, but I’d sooner not. Bad enough to know you’re going to come to some awful end without thinking about it aforetime.”
\'\'Well, truth be told, I’m hungry enough to eat one of Craster’s children, so long as he was served hot.\'\'
“All I smell is the shit of two hundred horses. And this stew. Which has a similar aroma, now that I come to sniff it.”
\"Once they figure a way to work a dead horse, we\'ll be next. Likely I\'ll be the first too. \'Edd,\' they\'ll say, \'dying\'s no excuse for laying down no more, so get on up and take this spear, you\'ve got first watch tonight.\' Well, I shouldn\'t be so gloomy. Might be I\'ll die before they work it out.\"
“Nothing ever goes missing that they don’t look at me, ever since that time I lost my horse. As if that could be helped. He was white and it was snowing, what did they expect?”
“I never win anything,” Dolorous Edd complained. “The gods always smiled on Watt, though. When the wildlings knocked him off the Bridge of Skulls, somehow he landed in a nice deep pool of water. How lucky was that, missing all those rocks?”
“Was it a long fall?” Grenn wanted to know. “Did landing in the pool of water save his life?”
“No,” said Dolorous Edd. “He was dead already, from that axe in his head. Still, it was pretty lucky, missing the rocks.”
“I just want to say to whoever is voting for me that I would certainly make an awful Lord Commander. But so would all these others.”
“We’ll defend the Wall to the last man,” said Cotter Pyke.
“Probably me,” said Dolorous Edd, in a resigned tone.
“And to you, Sam,” said Dolorous Edd. “Your boat’s not like to sink, I don’t think. Boats only sink
when I’m aboard.”
“I had a frightening dream last night, m’lord,” Dolorous Edd confessed. “You were my steward,
fetching my food and cleaning up my leavings. I was lord commander, with never a moment’s peace.”
“He’s going with you?”
“He is.”
“A clever wolf, him. And me?”
“You’re not.”
“A clever lord, you. Ghost’s the better choice. I don’t have the teeth for biting wildlings
anymore.”
“This is going to end badly.”
“You say that of everything.”
“Aye, m’lord. Usually I’m right.”
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken