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Excellent friendspage this morning
Mar. 13th, 2006 12:34 pmExcellent friendspage this morning.
"The two jugglers. One is a better juggler. One is a better performer," and why this is like writing
A. J. Hall disembowels King Arthur
"Anyway, this is where he discovers the troglodyte necrophiliac evangelical monks and Keira Knightly, who appears to have been captured in an attempt to forcibly convert her to Christianity, and who is lying in a fetching faint in a Noisome Dungeon (TM). He sweeps her up in his arms and rushes out into the open air demanding water for her. As she comes round he comes out with what is probably one of the daftest lines in the entire movie: "Trust me. I'm a Roman officer. You're safe now."
"When I climbed back off the carpet and the hiccups had calmed down a bit he was un-dislocating her fingers, which allowed him to clasp him to his manly chest while she emitted restrained and muffled whimpers (they'd been dislocated by the necrophiliac evangelical monks, of course. Using thumbscrews. It was apparently SOP for evangelical Christians operating amid hostile Celtic tribes outside the scope of the Empire when dealing with prominent Pictish heiresses. Why do you ask?)."
"The two jugglers. One is a better juggler. One is a better performer," and why this is like writing
A. J. Hall disembowels King Arthur
"Anyway, this is where he discovers the troglodyte necrophiliac evangelical monks and Keira Knightly, who appears to have been captured in an attempt to forcibly convert her to Christianity, and who is lying in a fetching faint in a Noisome Dungeon (TM). He sweeps her up in his arms and rushes out into the open air demanding water for her. As she comes round he comes out with what is probably one of the daftest lines in the entire movie: "Trust me. I'm a Roman officer. You're safe now."
"When I climbed back off the carpet and the hiccups had calmed down a bit he was un-dislocating her fingers, which allowed him to clasp him to his manly chest while she emitted restrained and muffled whimpers (they'd been dislocated by the necrophiliac evangelical monks, of course. Using thumbscrews. It was apparently SOP for evangelical Christians operating amid hostile Celtic tribes outside the scope of the Empire when dealing with prominent Pictish heiresses. Why do you ask?)."
