Robert L. Angus

Born into Chains: a Collection of Fragments and Poetry Robert L. Angus

I'm full of sarcastic witticisms today, most of them heartfelt jargon of a bygone era - call me a romantic. Call me an anachronism. I used to think of myself as a renaissance man, but got muscled out by the guys with better clothes and more money than I have. When asked for my resume, I challenged, "I paint, I write, I bind beautiful books, I am a jeweler, and a sculptor, I have a massive collection of rare and antique books (that I read), and enjoy sharing what I have learned with others. I study and practice philosophy and magic. I enjoy great wines and can understand the subtleties in a single malt scotch. I tend to be literary in that way - always seeking the right words for the wrong circumstances. I've overcome many of my addictions, and have drowned in the sea of vice. I have been learning to conquer myself, and fear mainly that the art of subtlety may be lost amongst the masses. I enjoy the study of humanity without taking part in it. I am a god amongst mortals, and a mortal amongst gods." They rejected my application on the grounds of my immorality.