Leonardo da Vinci da Vinci Self Portrait

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Men should not travel, Brutha. At the center there is truth. As you travel, so error creeps in."
"Yes, Lord Vorbis."
Vorbis sighed.
"In Ossory's day we sailed alone in boats made of hides, and went where the winds of the God took us. That's how a holy man should travel."
A tiny spark"Forward," said Vorbis. "I can see that our friend Brutha is agog to get on board."
The horse trotted on.
"Where are we? Who's that? It's as hot as hell in here and, believe me, I know what I'm talking about."
"I can't talk now!" hissed Brutha.
"This cabbage stinks like a swamp! Let there be lettuce! Let there be slices of melon!" of defiance in Brutha declared that it, personally, would risk a little corruption for the sake of traveling with two decks between its feet and the waves."I heard that Ossory once sailed to the island of Erebos on a millstone," he ventured by way of conversation."Nothing is impossible for the strong in faith," said Vorbis."Try striking a match on jelly, mister."Brutha stiffened. It was impossible that Vorbis could have failed to hear the voice.The Voice of the Turtle was heard in the land."Who's this bugger?"