Hi, I should be working on my thesis proposal and instead I am reading loony novels about transcendent philosophy and deadly leafy-plants.
When you're borught up in the guild it seems like the center of the world. But when you're a little older—this is what I've found myself, and I know I can rely on you not to tell tales—something pops in your head, and you discover it isn't the linchpin of this universe aftera all, only a well-paid, unpopular business you happen to have fallen into. (p. 70)
