| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_43 | ~z~The eagle that hears the whizz of an arrow as it strikes its heart |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_44 | ~z~sees that the arrow has been feathered with its own plumes. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_45 | ~z~What a fine horse this is, Antonio! |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_46 | ~z~It's not a horse. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_47 | ~z~It's my life. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_48 | ~z~A man with such physical simplicity is a man I can indeed respect. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_49 | ~z~You mean that it is my ability to negate humanity by robbing and over powering my fellow creatures |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_50 | ~z~that I create the respect of you a beautiful woman I stumbled across? |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_51 | ~z~No - she means that in your shallowness you have yet again |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P2_52 | ~z~sublimed the feminine into the masculine desire ideal form. |