gak. The Guild, the Name of the Wind, plus this photo of Rothfuss, wearing his Joss Wheedon t-shirt.
So, don’t stop, go: read the Name of the Wind, watch the Guild, breathe in the Wheedon-y goodness.
And if you know not that of which I speak, I pity thee and thy self-styled academic, status-masturbatory, Frankfurt-school pretensions.
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