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Band of Brothers stuff.
"The man who would make love to Death finds himself dancing with
corruption."
~
The business world respects Richard Winters as much as the military one did. Fifteen men answer to him, and that is like what he has known before, but nothing is the same. They respect him, but they do not love him.
Nix won’t listen these days, full of alcohol and too many women. His shirt unbuttoned, no hat, tie loose, he sprawls on Dick’s sofa on this fine Saturday, baring himself again. He makes his heart naked to Dick, but there is no intimacy because he can no longer seem to listen.
It’s as if they brought something back with them, and the increasing physical need developing there in the office only feeds it, a growing weighty darkness. A thing they recognize from its growl to its reckless laughter, a thing that spreads cold and terror but that Nix flirts with daily.
"The man who would make love to Death finds himself dancing with
corruption."
~
The business world respects Richard Winters as much as the military one did. Fifteen men answer to him, and that is like what he has known before, but nothing is the same. They respect him, but they do not love him.
Nix won’t listen these days, full of alcohol and too many women. His shirt unbuttoned, no hat, tie loose, he sprawls on Dick’s sofa on this fine Saturday, baring himself again. He makes his heart naked to Dick, but there is no intimacy because he can no longer seem to listen.
It’s as if they brought something back with them, and the increasing physical need developing there in the office only feeds it, a growing weighty darkness. A thing they recognize from its growl to its reckless laughter, a thing that spreads cold and terror but that Nix flirts with daily.