>>11917You came to besmirch me, brought yourself here to destroy lives, wearing a mask crafted from the tender petals of some rare orchid you grew on Mount Olympus itself, no doubt.
>>11919Before you throw stones, dear Bliss, examine yours.
>>11920Please tell us, Bliss, what heights of tragic fate justified pilfering that magnificent painting, and forcing poor Isabella to flee the country once again?
>>11921Isn't there something unseemly familiar about addressing one's enemies as worms crawling across the floor of history?
