tattooed all over with an interminable Cretan labyrinth

upon the banquet of his funeral they most piously do pounce

He tasks me; he heaps me

the chambers of my soul are all in crookedness!

even the king of terrors, when personified by the evangelist, rides on his pallid horse

Shot a man in Reno, just for using AI.

‘For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.’ Chapter 16

‘It does seem to me, that herein we see the rare virtue of a strong individual vitality, and the rare virtue of thick walls, and the rare virtue of interior spaciousness. Oh, man! admire and model thyself after the whale!’ Chapter 68

ok i'll bite, who is habeas corpus