Let them come:
They come like sacrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
And yet not ours.
(Not that it worked out for you, and not that this is a useful mindset for this or really any day and age, but still.)
So I just started my Interactive Producing midterm, which involves building/hand-coding a functional three-page website from scratch. It’s due tomorrow at noon. Should have started earlier. Am going to try and not give any fucks, like Harry Percy, and just do it.
Because that worked out so super well for him.