/lit/ - Literature

>>17682054
>The whole town shall be after you, cousin. I will make sure of it. Come here people! Here I offer him--see my cousin, regard in passing, with highest hoggish decency, I say, oats to thee, but he flaunts his ratted thinness so unsightly about before me, throws my swell oats to the brids, these light pests. My spirit curls in protest!
>These oats were enough to feed ten piglets threefold, people, wonder at the yonder pig nights of full flood feasting done without regard, a whole fortnight, and you push them away, for what?
>For a tattered cloak of pride which I paint to be no noble spirit, rather arrogance!