The Soul of Man has been Given Wings
It occurs to me that some of you have not yet made the acquaintance of my old friend, Bruno von Boots.
"I bestrode the courtyard like a king, my ponderous greatcoat flapping and monocle flashing in the winter sun. I knew then, more than anytime before or since, that I was truly standing on the Promontory of Ages, looking out at a bold new future in which all men would be guided into happy and productive lives through the simple technique of skull deformation. I chuckled. I sang. I fired my pistol gleefully into the air, as if to challenge the Sun itself!"
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brunovonboots!
"I bestrode the courtyard like a king, my ponderous greatcoat flapping and monocle flashing in the winter sun. I knew then, more than anytime before or since, that I was truly standing on the Promontory of Ages, looking out at a bold new future in which all men would be guided into happy and productive lives through the simple technique of skull deformation. I chuckled. I sang. I fired my pistol gleefully into the air, as if to challenge the Sun itself!"
He has a Livejournal:
brunovonboots!