#dorregaray

[dansedesdragons]

DORREGARAY OF VOLE, author of THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF INSECTOIDS

"Towards them?" said Dorregaray, pointing to the revellers. "Believe me, they're not worth the trouble. They are a bunch of proud, jealous liars, and they won't appreciate your politeness; on the contrary, they'll take it as sarcasm. With them, witcher, you must do as they do, be rude, arrogant, impolite, only then will you impose on them. Won't you have some wine with me?"

— ⚔ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓, 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐳𝐞𝐣 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐤𝐢.

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"Yennefer," Dorregaray said, "for a woman of your education and age you are coming out with some astonishing tripe. Why is it that dragons have been promoted in your eyes to become the foremost enemies of man? Why not other - a hundredfold more dangerous - creatures, those that have a hundredfold more victims on their consciences than dragons? Why not hirikkas, forktails, manticores, amphisbaenas or gryphons? Why not wolves?"

"I'll tell you why not. The advantage of men over other races and species, the fight for their due place in nature, for living space, can only be won when nomadism, wandering around from place to place in search of sustenance in accordance with nature's calendar, is finally eliminated. Otherwise the proper rhythm of reproduction will not be achieved, since human children are dependent for to long. Only a woman safe and secure behind town walls or in a stronghold can bear children according to the proper rhythm, which means once a year. Fecundity, Dorregaray, is growth, is the condition for survival and domination. And now we come to dragons. Only a dragon, and no other monster, can threaten a town or stronghold. Were dragons not to be wiped out, people would - for their own safety - disperse, instead of cleaving together, because dragon's fire in a densely populated settlement is a nightmare, means hundreds of victims, and terrible destruction. That is why dragons must be utterly word out, Dorregaray."

Dorregaray looked at her with a strange smile on his face.

" Do you know what, Yennefer, I wouldn't like to see the day your idea of the dominance of man comes about, when people like you will occupy their due place in nature. Fortunately, it will never come to that. You would rather poison or slaughter each other, expire from typhoid fever and typhus, because it is filth and lice - and not dragons - which threaten your splendid cities, where women are delivered of children once a year, but where only one new-born baby in ten lives longer than ten days. Yes, Yennefer, fecundity, fecundity and once again fecundity. So take up breathing children, my dear; it's the most natural pursuit for you. It will occupy the time you are currently fruitlessly wasting on dreaming up nonsense. Farewell."

- The Witcher: Sword of Destiny by Andrzej Sapkowski, page 42