"Do you consider yourself a literary man?"
"Well if you found a book in the street, an old book with no cover, would you throw it out?"
"I don't think so"
"See? Words on paper have a power, books more than others, but letters almost as much. Even you can sense this, you are loath to destroy them. Old books must be desposed of proberly, some holy orders wrap the dead books in lead, and put them in caves with golems to keep watch."
"A golem called the post office 'A grave of words.'"
"You see my point?"
"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!"
-Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"