Unfinished‽ Blasted! What a let down to an epic start! There is nothing I hate more than an unfinished tale–no ending satisfaction, my God, I am furious; I can hardly contain myself as I etch my anger into this leather.
This tale had so much potential! The description of eyes, ears, and tongues, my God what a beast ah? And almost as unjust as Lady Fortune herself. Bah! I want nothing to do with Fame. The beggars in that tale make me dread my kind. What happened to acting for the benefit of the common good? And what is this business with this whirling house full off people whispering fabricated messages to one another? The house of gossip? Bah! Useless as the sixth group who spent their lives in idleness.
But, with all this aside, what displeases me most is how the tale ends. It would have lessened my current anger immensely if it didn’t have mention of the man of authority at all! At least that way I would not be in this position of wanting to know how the tale develops from there. I would have been happier with the damned narrator being stuck in that whirling house for all eternity! Bah!