Ultima ratio

[re_miel]

В промежутках меж стрелками часов и прочей кутерьмы минувших дней, сочинилось следущее нечто. Кто из вас, любезные френды, догадается какая это сцена из какой это книги? Итак:

“An ashen face. Yet crushed upon a cliff
His spirit raged, his body cleft asunder.
A sunblood gem pulsated, unreprieved,
Upon his chest, accompanied by thunder.


We are but love and hate. We ne'er grieve.
And as his life poured out ever faster
He rose in a final desp'rate heave:
“Acquit yourself as well as I have done, you bastard!” ”