After feeling down for quite some time, I need a little change of focus, try and do something different but still very much dear to my heart. So here we are. Let me introduce you Athos and his secret but very famous wound received after a riot in a cabaret on the Rue Ferou.
"Well, my Captain," said Porthos, quite beside himself, "the truth is that we were six against six. But we were not captured by fair means; and before we had time to draw our swords, two of our party were dead, and Athos, grievously wounded, was very little better. For you know Athos. Well, Captain, he endeavored twice to get up, and fell again twice. And we did not surrender - no! They dragged us away by force. On the way we escaped. As for Athos, they believed him to be dead, and left him very quiet on the field of battle, not thinking it worth the trouble to carry him away. That's the whole story..."
..."But pray, sir," continued Aramis, who, seeing his captain become appeased, ventured to risk a prayer, "do not say that Athos is wounded. He would be in despair if that should come to the ears of the king; and as the wound is very serious, seeing that after crossing the shoulder it penetrates into the chest ... "
Alexander Dumas "The Three Musketeers".
Oh I’m so incredibly normal about this
