“Some time later, I sat in the wine cellar, staring at the walls while cradling a wineskin in my lap like a child, murmuring over and over as if lulling the child to sleep, 'I am shat upon. I am shat upon'.” FantasyPessimismMedievalPeter DavidSir Apropos Of NothingDrunkardAproposOdclayWine Cellar Book:Sir Apropos of Nothing Source: Sir Apropos of Nothing