Shamelessly stolen from VI's page so I can figure out how he did the text over image thing! So far, I am not particularly successful!
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| The Philosophe's Lessons
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LXXV
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I had a name, once, but I lost it long ago in the dusty streets of Old Arkham, and I never saw it again. It was a beautiful place in those days, those sunny days almost four years past. We were carefree, living in the cafés and the parks and the museums -- they're all so much rubble now. It is the greatest pain to watch civilisation crumble; the labour and love of so many people gone to waste, as their edifices fall around them. Ah, what we wish had never happened...
It was autumn, I remember, when I met the Philosophes. That was when I put what remained of my identity into a beautiful copper tin, and buried it under a dying tree. Perhaps one day, if this horror ever ends, I will go back to that place and dig it up.
But now, the present: I am a member of an old and noble society, founded for a great purpose by illustrious men whose secret graves are places of prominence to those few who know of them. We are the guardians of civilisation, and we do not rest in our task. Our methods are harsh, but do not fear to meet us, for unless you are a fool you will not be harmed.
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"If a nation expects to be ignorant
and free, in a state of civilization,
it expects what never was and never
will be." -- Thomas Jefferson
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