It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

October 23, 2020erainbowd

This line would be much funnier if Osric were sweating profusely as he said it. If sweat were pouring off him, if he had pit stains and circles of sweat at his back and then declared that it was indifferent cold…

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