A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Great power with great responsibility, perhaps. But one thing is certain: for those who know true power, the sex is always better.
Proverbs often contradict one another; one advises us to look before we leap, another promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost.
Violence needs to matter. When there's too much of it, it stops mattering. When it stops mattering, it's worse than morally questionable, it's boring.
Yuri is greatest hero of the Revolution and shit. And anyone who argues other the wise can eat asshole biscuits in Hell.